"Honey, don't break it, or I'll be very angry."
Admiring the anklet on her slender ankle, Leng Zirui half-jokingly threatened.
Xu Xia looked at her ankle. It was a very rough handcrafted leather ring, adorned with handmade pendants. At the junction, there was a small bell that jingled softly with her slightest movement.
Xu Xia had always loved collecting such exaggerated and unique necklaces and bracelets, and this anklet was undoubtedly to her liking.
Good thing you have a conscience, thinking to buy something for your wife even while on a mission.
Feeling happy inside, her face still showed deliberate disdain, "What kind of taste do you have, even adding a bell, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
With that intelligence, at most two years old.
Leng Zirui silently mocked her in his heart, smiling as he tapped the small bell by her foot, "Speaking of which, I'd really like to see you dance with the bell on."
