The kiss, however, earned him a sharp tsk from Xiaobao. The brush had slipped, smudging polish onto Yu Xi's skin.
She reprimanded him in anger, "You ruined it. Don't disturb him."
Yu Xi chuckled softly, amused by the exchange. Jian Ci straightened, his brows furrowing.
He retorted saying, "I can't even kiss my man when I come home?"
Xiaobao was swift with her response saying, "Who do you think he's trying to look good for, me?"
Jian Ci pursed his lips, unable to refute her words. Unlike Jian Wei, he wasn't skilled at bantering with Xiaobao, so retreat was his only option.
Yu Xi, sensing his quiet sulk, asked gently, "Are you hungry? I can order something."
Jian Ci leaned against the backrest of the couch, his eyes fixed on Yu Xi. "No," he said firmly, "I will make something for you."
His gaze trailed from Yu Xi's eyes down to his lips, and internally he swore. He really wanted to press Yu Xi down and get payback for that message.
