Han Dongchen ignored Su Xiaowan's words, burying his head slowly into her neck, kissed her lightly, and softly called out, "Wife, wife..."
Su Xiaowan, feeling half her body go numb from the kiss, still coldly said, "Han Dongchen, what are you playing at? Don't think by pretending to be drunk and pitiful I will forgive you. Hmph, Han Dongchen, no way."
Su Xiaowan felt that her words were very imposing, yet her voice was so soft it could melt someone's heart. This was all thanks to Han Dongchen, which made Su Xiaowan's face turn red.
Cough cough, but whether the blush was from anger or something else is unknown. After hearing her words, Han Dongchen felt a scratching in his heart. He nuzzled her neck again and said, "Wife, your voice sounds so nice. If you are angry, you can scold me, or hit me. But my skin is tough, so your hand might hurt after. How about you scold me some more? I find it quite pleasant to listen to."
