Lan Xin Ai hastily went to grab her bag, the man hooked up the corner of his mouth, joyfully gazing at the little woman's retreating figure. She took large strides to come forward, grabbed her hand, and playfully tapped her nose, "Dummy."
"You're the dummy." Lan Xin Ai snorted, grabbed a hat and sunglasses, and stuffed them into Xi Yemo's hands, "Put these on."
Xi Yemo's face stood out too much, and she didn't want them to be gawked at when they went out, so she had no choice but to cover it up.
"Wife, are you trying to make me your secret lover?"
Mr. Xi slightly lifted the corner of his eyebrows, his lips pursed into a tight line, still looking pleasing even when portraying a displeased expression.
"Do you want to be a secret lover?" Lan Xin Ai cheekily retorted.
Xi Yemo twitched the corner of his mouth and put on his sunglasses, hiding that enchanting face.
"The hat too."