Qing Chen moved to the side and sat down on top of a rock. "Freaky in the water?" he laughed. "I don't think that would be really comfortable."
Feng Xuan tilted her head to the side. "I think you're the only husband who could wait pouncing on his wife after not seeing her for a whole month."
"Well, you're also the only wife who tried to carve her husband's face after not seeing him for so long."
Feng Xuan cackled. "I knew you were going jump out of the way."
"If I hadn't?"
"You would've. As you had."
Qing Chen took her hand and pulled her to him. "But what if you managed to cut me with that blade?"
Feng Xuan touched his face. "You'd be a beautifully scarred man. Wouldn't you like it? People would run away when they see you and the girls would all find you ugly. I would be the only left who would you find you handsome."
Qing Chen rode along. "It would be really convenient."
"Agreed," Feng Xuan nodded with a smile.