Su Muyao looked at Xiao Jihan with surprise, "Did you prepare all this yourself?"
As she spoke, Su Muyao's breath fell softly on Xiao Jihan's ear.
Xiao Jihan listened to Su Muyao's question, his cold and solitary expression blushed slightly, then reddened from cheek to neck, "Yes, I prepared it myself."
"I have always been looking forward to this day."
"But you had Wen Nanxi and the others before, and I feared you might not remember me, so I wanted to use a special method to keep myself in your memory."
The competition was truly fierce.
He was not the first Beast Husband, and he wasn't good with words or too cold in temper, fearing that his wife would dislike him, so he could only use other methods to firmly occupy a place in his wife's heart.
After saying this, Xiao Jihan's cold and solitary brow and eyes bore a hint of suppressed fragility.
Su Muyao looked at him like this, feeling a bit soft-hearted and somewhat unwilling.
"How could I ever forget you?"
