Mr. Xi looks so irritable and scary right now.
Only those who understand the situation can achieve greatness.
Regardless, first, the priority is to soothe Xi's temper.
A little woman knows when to give in and when to stand firm. Fluttering her long eyelashes she said, "Darling, you must be tired after sitting on the plane for several hours. I'll run a bath for you."
Having spoken these words, Lan Xin Ai tried to slip away, but the moment she moved, she was caught and pulled back.
Hmm...
Xi Yemo held her waist tight: "Wife, trying to escape again?"
"Of course not, I'm just going to run your bath," Lan Xin Ai cooed.
"Really?"
Xi Yemo narrowed his eyes, his face a picture of wicked charm. He was thrilled inside, his little wife knew how to flirt with him.
He was really enjoying this.
"Darling, my beloved husband, my most loved husband, after your bath, I'll give you a French massage, okay?"
The little woman kissed his face, trying hard to change the topic.
