It's a work of art and I am the artist.
Looking at the numerous hickeys on Zhi Ruo's neck Qing Shan smiled softly and understood that his wife was embarrassed and trying to hide it in her anger.
Maintaining a confused face he asked, "What have I done? It's a piece of art, while your husband is the artist."
Looking at the proud expression which Qing Shan was trying hard to mask, Zhi Ruo asked him, "How will I face aunt Wei, it's too ....too..."
"Embarrassing" said Qing Shan
"Yes, embarrassing"
Smiling Qing Shan made Zhi Ruo sit on the dressing table and took out a concealer. Handing the concealer bottle to Zhi Ruo, Qing Shan said, "You can use it. I have heard it's best and can be used to hide any marks."
Taking the bottle from his hand's Zhi Ruo chided herself for not thinking about using a concealer and started covering her husband's artwork.
After the breakfast, Zhi Ruo asked Qing Shan to change so they can meet the doctor.