"You want to know?" The man's deep eyes lowered as he looked at her, lazily asking.
His sharp features were handsome, his thin lips carried a faint smile that was hard to decipher.
"I don't think so, you're quite fierce," Sang Qiao turned away, involuntarily recalling the scenes of Si Chenli always looking sullen.
If it weren't for spending so much time together day and night, she might have thought he was a man prone to domestic violence.
Thinking this, her red lips couldn't help but curl upward.
"How am I fierce?" Si Chenli furrowed his brows, was he really that fierce in the little girl's heart?
"First impressions, but now you seem quite gentle."
"Hm, then let's get back to the topic of henpecked husbands," the man's eyebrows smoothed out in an instant.
Sang Qiao: "…!"
She should never have brought up that topic!
