Upon hearing the man's deep and domineering words, Bo Huan couldn't help but chuckle quietly, then waved her hand and said softly, "I was just a bit interested, that's all..."
After a pause, Bo Huan blinked her delicate Feng Mou eyes, raised her brows and said, "Guess... how did I effortlessly come up with the background for that artwork just now..."
"Hmm?"
Facing the man's deep, ocean-like eyes, the smile at the corner of Bo Huan's lips was as bright as a galaxy.
"Of course, I did my homework in advance... Silly..."
Bo Qing: "..."
"This is called cramming at the last minute... Well, it really works..."
Bo Huan benefited from her strong memorization skills and comprehension, so it was not a difficult task for her.
Bo Qing was also amused by Bo Huan's childish words.
How can his little wife be so adorable?
Adorable to the point where Bo Qing's heart was almost melting.
