"What are you thinking about? Your ears are all red." Tong Airui reached out, tapped her shoulder, and said with a grin, "Could it be you're daydreaming about me?"
Yuan Hang glanced at his shameless master through the rearview mirror, chuckled, but didn't dare say a word.
Yi Luowa squinted playfully at Tong Airui. "How would you know what I'm thinking? I am daydreaming about you! I'm thinking of how best to eat you—steamed, braised, or boiled?"
"Haha... eat me however you like, but don't make me wait too long. I'm not a patient man."
Yi Luowa shot him a glare. "Starting now, you're not allowed to talk to me anymore, or else I'll turn you into a cold dish right here and now!"
Tong Airui chuckled and scooted closer to his little wife. Not speaking? Fine, he'd just grab her small hand and hold it tightly in his own.
