"Pow—" Qian Sisi slapped Bai Cheng'an solidly on the arm, "Enough, will you! You're getting more childish, even less mature than Bai Yumo—"
Bai Cheng'an pointed at his own nose: "I'm childish? I'm less mature than Bai Yumo?"
The little woman snorted, "What else?" She glared at Bai Cheng'an: "Try throwing my clothes again next time! I'll throw you out of my bedroom directly!"
Bai Cheng'an was just about to get riled up, but when Qian Sisi's fierce gaze swept over him unexpectedly, his anger dissipated immediately. Acting like a lapdog, he moved forward to knead Qian Sisi's shoulders: "Honey, I was wrong, I promise I won't throw your clothes around again. How about this weekend we go shopping for clothes for you, as an apology from your husband?"
Qian Sisi nodded contentedly: "That's more like it!"
