"Darling~
The carrots~"
As Lu Yuan stood there speechless, Su Liyan came trotting back.
Looking at his lovely, well-behaved wife, Lu Yuan couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion.
'My own wife is still the best,' he thought. 'For all our playing and teasing, she still brought back the carrots I asked for. Unlike those other two. I ask them to get one little thing, and they take forever to bring it back.'
Lu Yuan took the carrots. As he brushed the flecks of snow from a snowball—thrown by who-knows-who—off his wife's collar, he said:
"I couldn't care less about their butts. It's yours I like."
Hearing this, Su Liyan was absolutely mortified.
She buried herself in her man's arms, her head hidden, and whined coquettishly,
"Oh~~
Darling~~ You're awful~~"
As his wife threw herself into his arms, Lu Yuan lost his balance from his squatting position and plopped right onto the ground.
