'This guy isn't as handsome as me,' Su Shuochi thought, 'but I'll admit, he does have the kind of face that could ruin a nation.'
Filled with a sense of crisis, he instantly leaned half his body against Gu Jiaojiao.
He was still half-crippled, so what did he care if people laughed!
You can't keep a wife by worrying about your pride. Su Shuochi's motto was simple: wife over face.
"Wifey, you must be starving. There's breakfast on the table. You eat first. I can keep practicing for a little while longer."
He wrapped his arm tightly around his wife's waist and asked in a low voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness and a trace of intimacy.
Gu Jiaojiao's heart couldn't help but pound when she heard his deep, magnetic voice.
She looked up, her face blushing, and the flustered, doe-eyed look in her eyes softened considerably as she gazed at the man before her.
