It was as if she completely lacked flaws.
He was confident that his love for her was not biased because she was his wife. Any man who saw her would think she was a picturesque beauty, even more beautiful than a painting itself.
Mu Yeli walked over and pushed her from behind.
She said, "Higher."
"Even higher."
But the reality was that the swing could not go much higher.
The swing, akin to a rattan chair, could only go so high.
He said, "That's it, it can't go any higher. This is designed for a lady to lightly swing on, not for you to wildly sway."
"How rude, are you saying I'm not ladylike?"
"Yes."
"Hmph, all men are the same."
Mu Yeli smiled and stopped the swing from moving.
The swing came to a halt. He said, "Indeed, didn't you know that?"
"You... you still confessed your love for me."
"Yes, all men are like this: what they can't have is always the best. Now that I have you, you're not the best anymore."
"You..."
