"Did it scare you?"
Xi Yemo was caressing her soft hair.
"No, I just didn't expect that you lost your parents when you were eighteen."
Lan Xin Ai felt very fortunate, at least she still had her family by her side, whereas Mr. Xi had to bear all the responsibilities as the eldest son when he was only eighteen.
Such tender shoulders were bearing the entire Xi family industry. Her husband was truly amazing.
"Do you think your husband is especially impressive?"
Xi Yemo said in a proudly tender manner.
"Yes."
"Do you really admire your husband?"
"Yes." The young woman nodded.
"Then give me a kiss."
"Husband, you are my idol." Lan Xin Ai, with her arms around his neck, kissed him fiercely.
"Here."
Xi Yemo turned his face slightly to the side.
Smack.
Lan Xin Ai kissed him again, this time on his left cheek.
"Here." The man lowered his forehead.
Without any annoyance, Lan Xin Ai kissed him again, then cuddled his neck coquettishly: "Are a wife's kisses full of power?"