"Oh no..."
Upon hearing her husband's teasing, Yi Shiyin, who wasn't doing very well initially, felt a surge of nervousness in her heart. She immediately covered her face with her hands, turned away, and buried her head into the quilt, wishing she could disappear from embarrassment.
Chen Mo closed the door, sat on the round stool in front of the table, took a sip of tea, looked at Xiaolu who was still mumbling about losing face, and chuckled, "Xiaolu, I'm just teasing you."
Having said that, he got up and walked forward.
"Husband, you're so annoying." Yi Shiyin turned around, kicked off the cover on her feet, hugged her rounded knees, and pursed her lips at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo glanced at the girl with a rosy face and said softly, "What made you want to learn this?"
"Isn't it because of my father? He said that even though I'm married, I'm still like a child, not mature at all. He said over time, my husband would grow to dislike me, so..." Yi Shiyin pouted.
