"Wife, cheer up, we're going to burn incense and pray, not to cry at graves,"
Yu Jingting "affectionately" straightened Suizi's collar.
Today, Suizi was wearing a loose-fitting white shirt with light-colored jeans, her hair done in big waves with a plastic curler and left to cascade down, full of lines. The ensemble looked conservative and romantic at first glance, yet upon closer inspection, it carried a touch of subtle sexiness.
To build her persona as the "damsel in distress" awaiting rescue, she really put in the effort.
Yu Jingting was very pleased with his wife's versatile styling; his fingers kept poking at her big wavy hair.
"Your little face looks good with the 'ju one sound of hair,' makes your face look smaller."
Suizi bit his hand in response, making Yu Jingting grimace. The woman had been led astray by Jiaojiao!
"'Ju hair' is said about dogs! You're the dog!" Suizi growled at him. Due to a slight cold from the changing season, her voice was hoarse.