Zhao Rong walked over and wrapped his arms around Zhao Lingfei's waist from behind, pressing his body close.
"Don't turn around," he said.
Zhao Lingfei, about to turn her head, paused in her action.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and carefully placed the pale pink little flower in her hair by her ear. As he let go, he couldn't help pinching her small, round earlobe with two fingers.
In his embrace, Zhao Lingfei's delicate body trembled lightly.
She glanced down at the reflection of the woman wearing the flower in the water tank, elbow gently bumping Zhao Rong behind her, and said, a mix of joy and helplessness, "Why suddenly wear this, always fiddling with some nonsense..."
Zhao Rong heard the coquettish reproach in his wife's words but just smiled without answering. Instead, he pressed even closer from behind, stretched out his hands to wash with her, scooping a handful of water and gently scrubbing the back of her hands and her slender fingers, white as jade.
