***
Even the ever-composed Mr. Yi could feel the murderous little glare washing over him...
He really wanted to add something.
'Su Xiaonuo'er, the man standing across from you is your husband, not the man who murdered your father.'
"Hubby..."
Unexpectedly, the young woman's lips curved into a wicked smile as she extended a slender hand—
"Lower your head."
Yi Chi's heart pounded. Filled with anticipation, he leaned down...
"POW—!"
"Oof."
A tantalizing grunt escaped his lips, followed by a low chuckle.
"...Are you trying to murder your own husband?"
"Tch... What kind of 'own husband' are you?" Su Nuo pouted, pulling her hand back from his grasp.
Mr. Yi said, "The registered kind."
Su Nuo was finished.
...
After some back and forth, she managed to save the candid photo she'd taken.
But in exchange, that guy had snapped a picture of her.
'So childish!'
