Li Yeqi listened to her speak more and more sourly, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and looked at her with a smiling expression. Yan Luoxi felt a burst of annoyance under his gaze and reached out to push his face, "Don't look at me like that."
Li Yeqi had a smile in his eyes, "My wife looks really cute when she's jealous."
Yan Luoxi put on a stern face, glaring at him with dissatisfaction, "I've already said I'm not jealous."
"Yes, yes, you're not jealous, you're just feeling sour." Li Yeqi pulled her into his arms. He really hadn't noticed who Han Zhenzhen was, nor had he paid any attention to her appearance, "What does it matter to me if she's young and pretty?"
Yan Luoxi was just feeling shy, but hearing Li Yeqi's words, she felt settled in her heart and said, "What do you think of her then?"
"Not much."
Yan Luoxi was satisfied, her lips curved slightly upward, "She's clearly pretty, with a good figure and temperament."
