"Yi, are you back?"
Wen Yi, "..."
Hearing his address, her eyebrows furrowed with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. She let go of him and stepped forward to stand beside him.
"Do you really want to call me Yi?"
An aunt and a nephew, what's that about? Isn't it just...wrong?
Shen Qiyu stretched out his hand and gently tapped her forehead, "If not Yi, what should I call you? I'd be more than happy to call you my wife, how about that?"
"Scram!" Wen Yi kicked out at him and began washing the vegetables he had left in the sink, saying as she did, "You better be good to Yi in the future, or you'll regret it."
As she spoke, she didn't forget to splash some water on Shen Qiyu.
Shen Qiyu, while chopping vegetables, didn't forget to stick some slices of meat on Wen Yi's face.
Wen Yi, disgusted, swatted his hand away, "You jerk, how is putting that on my face a good thing?"
Shen Qiyu didn't seem to mind, "It can be used as a face mask, Yi. Come here, I'll help you put on a mask."
