He Zhilan grunted, then buried her face in He Teng's chest for a moment, wriggled a bit, and then immediately jumped away, rushing outside while saying, "I'm going downstairs to greet the guests! Hurry up and come down once you're ready!"
He Teng looked at the fleeing He Zhilan with amusement and exasperation, glancing down at his clothes; sure enough, the place she'd been rubbing against was wet with her tears and something that seemed like snot.
When He Zhilan gets into her childish moods, she really does act so childishly that it gives him a headache. Even Little Tuanyuan wouldn't do these things, but Zhilan seems to enjoy it excessively.
Therefore, when He Teng came downstairs, he'd already changed his top. When people asked about it, he simply said he accidentally spilled tea on himself while organizing tea sets upstairs. Watching his little wife standing aside with a smug smile, He Teng withdrew his gaze calmly, though his heart felt overwhelmingly tender.
