Long Rui and Xuexue practiced for a while before stopping.
The two held hands and sat down on the flower bed.
Long Rui raised his hand and wiped the sweat off Xuexue's forehead. "Look at you, breaking a sweat even in the middle of winter."
"Aren't you the same? Don't just wipe mine, wipe your own!"
"Eh!"
After wiping Xuexue's sweat, Long Rui also wiped his own forehead.
Xuexue stayed silent, tilting her head and studying him thoughtfully.
Long Rui smirked. "What's the matter? Is your husband so handsome that you're mesmerized?"
"Stop being full of yourself." Xuexue's face flushed red, and she shyly turned away. Though she wouldn't admit it, this guy was undeniably good-looking, and just staring at him stirred her heart a bit. But she couldn't admit it—it was a matter of pride!
"Really?"
"Yes, you're imagining things!"
