Nangong Yaoling took a deep breath, then decisively grabbed Xia Xiaonuan's hand and kissed it: "Wifey, your eloquence is getting better and better."
"Thank you." Xia Xiaonuan wanted to pull her hand back, but Nangong Yaoling's grip was very strong. She struggled a few times, but in the end, he simply pulled her into his arms.
The overwhelming masculine presence and the faint scent of tobacco from him enveloped her, and she hated this feeling.
She glared at him angrily, but he didn't get mad. Instead, he smiled teasingly and said, "Wifey, do you think we should celebrate properly when we get back tonight?"
Xia Xiaonuan understood the underlying meaning of his words. Now that she was already a married woman, didn't that mean she had to endure his torment tonight? She bit her lip in distress, stubbornly glaring at him and rolling her eyes fiercely.
There was no way to break free, so she had no choice but to let him hold her.
