Her facial features are very delicate when put together, but they are still very delicate and beautiful when taken apart.

For the first time, he felt that his little wife was incomparably beautiful.

He didn't say anything, but used this silent way to convey to her the emotions brewing in his heart.

Liu Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed by his stare. Her cheeks were shy, covered with two red clouds, which were light and cute.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak, her voice a little shy, with some excitement trembling: "Hubby, why are you looking at me like that? I'm embarrassed."

Song Ling raised his lips, his voice full of magnetism. He said sincerely: "I want to see you."

Looking at her like this, he suddenly had an unrealistic idea and wanted time to stop.

Liu Zhiyuan smiled as brightly as the morning sunshine, gently shook her head and said mischievously: "Well, it seems that you really love me."

Song Ling started with a domineering tone: "It must be!"

Song Ling sat on the bed, and Liu Zhiyuan also sat on the bed, and the two of them began to gaze at each other affectionately.

After staring for a long time, Liu Zhiyuan couldn't take her eyes off him. She smiled softly and said, "Husband, are you stupid?"

Song Ling looked at her lovingly and couldn't help but hold her in his arms, hugging her tightly.

"Look at you like this. It's the most comfortable!"

Liu Zhiyuan lay in the man's arms, breathing deeply. At this moment, she felt that every cell in her body was filled with happiness.

If you ask her what happiness feels like.

She would reply that happiness is the unique taste of her husband.

Happiness is the sweet feeling of acting coquettishly in your husband's arms.

In short, her happiness has always been related to him.

After a long moment, she hugged his handsome face in her arms and asked lazily, "Husband, you're back to your domineering, unparalleled, and outstanding charm mode. So, you won't mind what that brainless Duan Zichen said, right?"