Xia Zhaoyun propped her chin on her hand, her eyes brimming with amusement. She watched him earnestly try to dissuade her, acting as if he had her all wrong.
For some reason, seeing him so seriously list all the reasons they were incompatible made her feel a mischievous itch, and she couldn't resist teasing him a little.
"That's no problem, sweetheart. I don't mind any of what you said," she said with a light laugh. "They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Being stuck together all the time would be so boring. Seeing each other for a month or two a year sounds just fine."
The man was stunned. "You..." Mr. Xiao stammered, "It's better to have a man in the house. Otherwise, who will fix the lightbulbs, repair the pipes, and do all the dirty work and heavy lifting for you?"
