"There's nothing left to observe, let's go back to sleep."
Jiang Li yawned lazily.
"Let's go." Pei Nuo had no objections; he already had a plan in mind.
Under the veil of night, the car quietly left as if it had never been there.
...
"Honey, have another sip of this."
Lan Xin Ai pushed the Wei Yi towards him again.
Xi Yemo glanced at it and took a sip, the corner of his mouth curling slightly: "Cheap stuff."
"Then don't drink it." Lan Xin Ai huffily snatched it back.
This used to be her favorite, always ordering a bottle with hot pot, spicy hotpot, or barbeque.
Now, each sip brought back a flood of memories.
"I didn't say I wouldn't drink it, honey, don't wrong me."
Xi Yemo protested the little tyrant's dominance.
"Didn't you just say it was cheap stuff?" Lan Xin Ai huffed.
"I did, but it's a priceless treasure among cheap stuff."
Mr. Xi, true to his nature, could defend his lies so confidently, and strangely, the little woman would buy it.
