He grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth, "Kissing time." He pointed at his own face. "Come, wife, give me a kiss."
She continued weaving the half-finished bamboo basket in her hands, "Go let the little bastard kiss you instead, it'll definitely be willing to lick your face."
"No way."
Xiao Yishan tied the carriage to the beam in the firewood shed and glanced at his wife, who didn't look back at him.
These days, he tried hard to talk to her.
But it seemed like she had nothing to say to him.
He dared not pressure her like he had before.
Her deed of sale had been torn up, and she was now a free person. If she were pushed too far, he was really afraid she would leave the Xiao Family.
If she didn't want to stay, the Xiao Family had no reason to keep her anymore, right?