An Xiaoyu belatedly realized that the words she had just unwittingly uttered had completely tipped over Shen Yufeng’s jar of vinegar.
Uh... wouldn’t it be okay if she just admitted her mistake?
"Hubby, actually, you’re super amazing too! When you were fighting with Wen Nansheng today, you looked really handso too! Ah no no, I an super handso, way more than my second senior brother! If you two were to fight, he’d definitely be no match for you!"
"Buttering up now is too late!"
Shen Yufeng snorted coldly, his gaze filled with dissatisfaction.
An Xiaoyu: "..."
Now that she had infuriated this big Buddha, what should she do?
Alright then, An Xiaoyu had no choice but to use her trump card, so she leaned in and wrapped her arms around Shen Yufeng’s neck.
Shen Yufeng lowered his head to gaze at her, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath his eyelids, his eyes deep and dark like an abyss, seemingly bottomless.
An Xiaoyu couldn’t help but extend a hand, gently touching Shen Yufeng’s eye.
"Hubby, don’t be angry, people who are always angry tend to get wrinkles and age faster!"
No sooner had she spoken than An Xiaoyu wished she could bite off her own tongue!
Geez, was this really comforting soone?
It was exactly like bringing up the worst possible thing!
The guy in front of her hated being called "old" the most, and now she had unwittingly hit the nail on the head...
As expected, Shen Yufeng’s eyebrows twitched, and his face turned even gloomier.
An Xiaoyu took a deep breath. It seed that it was still best for her to keep silent; the more she said, the worse it got, so... action was better!
With that thought, An Xiaoyu cupped Shen Yufeng’s face and moved forward, planting a kiss on his lips.
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