Xia Ling planted a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "I think she must've been very pretty, that's why you're so good looking yourself."
Li Lei lowered his head to kiss her. "Yes, the prettiest lady in Italy back then."
She suddenly felt self-conscious. "I'm not that pretty."
He tapped her nose lightly. "My little monster, only I want to marry you, so you have to follow me and be good, alright?" He didn't want Xiao Ling to get any prettier; her admirers now were vicious, if she got any prettier, what would transpire next?
"You implied that I was ugly!" Xia Ling remarked, upset, and raised an arm to push him down.
"I never said it was a bad thing." Li Lei chuckled, letting the force of her arm push him down since it didn't hurt anyway.
