Han Yi smiled and took off her scarf, "Tingxuan, did you see that? She can't tolerate me! A husband caring for his wife is just a small thing. But she's making such a fuss, which means she has other thoughts about you!"
Lin Ruoyao turned pale upon hearing this.
She did not expect Han Yi to make such a fuss over a little scarf.
Gong Tingxuan's face turned somber as well, "Ruoyao, what are you thinking? If you find that being with Han Yi makes you uncomfortable, then you'd better pack your things and go. Han Yi is my wife, and it's perfectly reasonable for me to care for her."
Lin Ruoyao bit her lip and silently lowered her head.
"That's not what I mean, Tingxuan, I just... think the color of this scarf doesn't suit her. If she likes it, I can knit her another one!"
Such words, spoken cautiously, were quite gentle and charming.
Han Yi smiled and held the scarf in her hand, "No need to trouble yourself, I think this one is just fine!"
