His thin lips immediately curled into a smile. With a cushion in one hand and a rose in the other, he pulled his little wife into his arms, "Who made my wife angry, hmm?"
A kiss landed on her forehead.
"Oh dear, who gave you permission to kiss me?" Lu Meng playfully pushed him away, disguising it by wiping her forehead with her hand.
The servants, perceptive as ever, quickly dispersed, pretending to be very busy.
"Don't be shy, you see, they've all left."
Lu Meng raised her small fist and hit him, "It's all your fault! So improper!"
"Heaven as my witness, how am I improper?"
Song Yunchi handed her the roses in his hand, "I especially went to buy these for you on the way back from work, took a little longer. Do you like them?"
Lu Meng took the roses, sniffed them, and hummed rather proudly, "I like the flowers, not you."
"You don't have to like me, just love me."
"You..."
