My Poor Eyes

Ning Xi changed and walked downstairs with soft footsteps.

From afar, she saw that Little Treasure was taking care of the tiger cub while a certain someone held a newspaper in his hands. He wore casual home clothes as his forehead tilted forward while he sat on the rattan chair under a rack of flowers in the manner of an immortal without a trace of mundanity.

Ning Xi ran over and then glared at him angrily.

Lu Tingxiao instantly gulped at the way his wife's beautiful eyes were spurting fires of rage. He put the newspaper in his hands down and hurled out a hand to pull her to his knees. His wide palm started to massage her aching lower back with the right amount of strength. "What's wrong?"

"Massage a little higher!" Ning Xi asked with a darkened expression, "How dare you ask? I already told you I had something to do today!"

"I only did it once."