"Wife," Ye Huang called out softly again.
Once wasn't enough; he continued calling her endearingly.
His voice was low and slightly hoarse, yet damnably pleasant to the ear, melting Bai Xiao's heart.
"It's your turn to reciprocate," he said.
Bai Xiao: "..."
Was there even such a method of reciprocation?
"Not listening, are you?" Ye Huang leaned down, took her delicate earlobe in his mouth, and gave it a punitive suck.
"Ouch!"
Bai Xiao gasped in pain.
"Hmm?"
"Husband," Bai Xiao resignedly reciprocated in kind.
Ye Huang laughed, releasing her ear.
"Remember this title, don't call it wrong again."
"But we haven't made our marriage public; it's not appropriate to say it like that outside."
"Then just at home."
"..."
Sigh, it's all because she got her head spun by the dog food on TV dramas. One misstep led to another.
Ye Huang, holding Bai Xiao, no longer wanted to work. But there was nothing else to do if not work!
"When is your aunt leaving?"