But she didn't know that such behavior, in Gu Yuying's eyes, was just childlike, and it only made him find her more vibrant and spoiled her even more.
"Omg! Haven't I already said that I'm willing to accompany you for hotpot? And I truly mean it." If Luo Qingli were by Gu Yuying's side at that moment, he might have stroked her hair, smoothing it down as one does with a petulant little cat.
"Then don't say those things anymore. Just come eat hotpot with me." Luo Qingli puffed her cheeks, having wasted so much breath going back and forth when, in the end, that was all she really meant.
"Sure! I'm more than happy to. Accompanying Madame Wife for a meal is my honor," Gu Yuying said in a boot-licking tone.
Luo Qingli felt much better hearing this. It wasn't that she was unhappy with his previous words; they just made her feel a bit embarrassed.
Though they had been married for two years now, every time Gu Yuying was so flippant, she still felt a bit shy.
