Her Thoughts

Hearing Xie Limo's answer, Yun Bixue placed the cell phone down before turning around to look at him. "Mr. Xie, you can read my mind? How did you know what I was thinking about?"

Xie Limo picked up the towel and dried Yun Bixue's hair for her, smiling without uttering a word.

"Mr. Xie, why are you just smiling?"

"My wife, your thoughts are written all over your face, so how can I not know what you're thinking?"

Yun Bixue widened her eyes, confusion flashing momentarily in them. She frowned slightly and asked, "Are my expressions that readable?" As she said this, she rubbed her face and was about to stand up to look at her face in the mirror.

"Okay, okay. It's not that obvious. Seeing how conflicted you looked, how could I not understand you?"

Yun Bixue was about to turn around to say something, but Xie Limo held her in place. "Don't move around. What are we going to do if I accidentally tangled your hair?