"My hubby is so good-looking." Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen drunkenly and caressed his well-defined face with her free hand.
Song Jingchen's expression was a little unnatural. He gulped asked in a hoarse voice, "Which part?"
Shen Yijia was stunned by the question. She tilted her head and blinked. She looked at him with curved eyes. Her small hand caressed Song Jingchen's eyebrows inch by inch. When it reached the corner of his lips, she chuckled. "You look good everywhere. I like you the most."
"What a smooth-talking little vixen." Joy flashed across Song Jingchen's eyes, but he still pretended to be calm. He reached out and grabbed Shen Yijia's hand, which was about to move down.
"I'm a fairy, a fairy." Shen Yijia puffed up her cheeks unhappily. Her voice was soft and coquettish. When he stopped her hand from moving further, she pouted and retorted, "And my mouth isn't just filled with smooth words. Kiss me if you don't believe me…"