An Xiaoyu belatedly realized that the words she had just unwittingly uttered had completely tipped over Shen Yufeng's jar of vinegar.
Uh... wouldn't it be okay if she just admitted her mistake?
"Hubby, actually, you're super amazing too! When you were fighting with Wen Nansheng today, you looked really handsome too! Ah no no, I mean super handsome, way more than my second senior brother! If you two were to fight, he'd definitely be no match for you!"
"Buttering me up now is too late!"
Shen Yufeng snorted coldly, his gaze filled with dissatisfaction.
An Xiaoyu: "..."
Now that she had infuriated this big Buddha, what should she do?
Alright then, An Xiaoyu had no choice but to use her trump card, so she leaned in and wrapped her arms around Shen Yufeng's neck.
Shen Yufeng lowered his head to gaze at her, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath his eyelids, his eyes deep and dark like an abyss, seemingly bottomless.
