"Your thighs are too thick, I can't hold you up," Di Jinxuan laughs, a sweet laughter.
"It's okay." Nangong Jin slightly bows his head and kisses her hair, "Husband's thighs are all yours, I should be the one to cling on, no need to hold and tire out your hands."
The two of them joke around and stroll through the shopping mall, just like any ordinary couple, hand in hand, playfully cooing at each other, sweetly exchanging tender looks while browsing clothes.
The clerks in the mall too are filled with envy, watching the pair, they really seem like a match made in heaven.
Nangong Jin carries bags for Di Jinxuan with one hand, while naturally draping the other over her shoulders, tenderly pulling her into his embrace. Jinxuan, being quite petite, leans gently in his arms.
Sometimes she looks up to talk to him, sometimes she checks out the merchandise, her demeanor cute and lovely, brimming with vitality.
