"Wifey, you're not mad anymore, are you? I really wasn't pretending to be sick; your little fists pack quite a punch, didn't you hurt me by hitting?"
In the evening, in the courtyard of the General Mansion.
There was a petite figure, dressed in a light and convenient pale green buttoned jacket. Under the small circle of white fur, her charming little face appeared exceptionally delicate.
However, her plump lips were slightly pouting, clearly looking very displeased.
Beside her was a tall man big enough to fit two of her, holding an oil lamp in one hand, carefully showing a smiling face, hoping his little darling wouldn't be angry anymore.
Hearing these words, the young woman stopped, muffledly asking, "Then you were scaring me, weren't you? You knew I'd be worried and still scared me! You... you... shameless!"
Yelyu Lie: "..."
He hadn't expected that after seeing that mesmerizing scene earlier, everything would be fine.
But upon seeing her under that black cloak...
