Wang Meng continued to laugh.
"Xiuxiu, you are truly beautiful. I'm so happy to be able to marry a wife like you," said Wang Meng as he looked at his delicately lovely little wife, cherishing her more with every glance. Wang Meng was a straightforward man.
The little wife was too delicate, and sometimes Wang Meng would hold her but dared not use too much strength, fearing he might accidentally break her slim waist.
Su Ningxiu spat at Wang Meng, "Tsk, you're so inappropriate." Although she said this, her heart was filled with joy. With a smile on her lips, Su Ningxiu continued to lower her head and work on her embroidery.
Wang Meng did not leave either. He just sat beside his little wife, not speaking, letting her work in peace. Su Ningxiu saw that Wang Meng wasn't leaving and
lifted her head to look at him again.
"Husband, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"
