After unloading everything, Zhiyun felt completely refreshed.
She's petty, she's jealous and cranky, she admits it.
"Asking for trouble."
Zhou Liao was distressed but helpless, bending his index finger to lightly tap Zhiyun's forehead, "You know it's others who are shameless, why torment yourself?"
"For whom am I doing this?!"
Zhiyun's face turned cold, and she shot Zhou Liao a chilling glance as she gave him the same look.
Their eyes met, and Zhou Liao's lips curved into a smile, "The netizens aren't wrong."
What?
Zhiyun looked confused, and Zhou Liao laughed, "My wife is a fairy."
"She's beautiful even when angry, even with dark circles, no matter what, she's beautiful."