Seeing her tears fall, Mo Chuxi hurriedly reached out to wipe them away.
"No crying. If you cry, it means your husband is useless."
Mo Chuxi sternly stopped her, his handsome face serious.
Yan Xinxin heard this, tried to hold back, but ultimately couldn't control herself and cried.
Perhaps women are made of water.
Whether happy or unhappy, or during moments of excitement, tears become the best way to express and release emotions.
"Baby, don't cry, okay?"
"Whether I cry or not is none of your business, drink your water!"
Yan Xinxin sniffled and pretended to be unhappy.
"With my wife crying like this, how can I have the mood to drink water?"
Perhaps a thousand words couldn't compare to Mo Chuxi's one sentence as Yan Xinxin immediately tried her best to hold back her emotions, not allowing her tears to continue to grow in her eyes.
After a while, she pursed her lips.
"Drink up."
