Watching her unease, Ming Xiu wrapped one arm around her waist and tapped her little head with the tie box she had bought.
Only when she lifted her tiny face, barely bigger than the palm of a hand, did Ming Xiu say, "When did I ever say I was going to hit you?"
"But you did hit me!" Mu Keren pointed at the tie he had used to knock her head!
In fact, she had been planning to wait until Ming Xiu brought the tie a little closer and then snatch it and run.
But, to her surprise, after hearing what she said, Ming Xiu covered her head with his other large hand and began to gently rub it.
The warmth and lingering affection in the dry palm were just like Huang Qingtian's helpless tolerance every time she acted up…
But for Huang Qingtian to indulge her, Mu Keren felt it was only right and natural. After all, he was her husband, the man she was to spend her life with.
But what about Ming Xiu?