I Flirted on a Whim, So Why Are You Kneeling?

“Mr. Ye, your wife says wise people don't fall in love.”

“If she's wise, then what am I?” Ye Buxiu raised his head and gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. His face showed three parts confusion, three parts reluctance, one part worry, and the remaining three parts were hard to read.

“Dummy, you're the ache that comes with every breath I take.” Qiao Bumian came over and wrapped her arms around the melancholy man from behind.

Ye Buxiu smiled, thinking to himself, Who said Mianmian doesn't fall in love? She clearly loves me dearly.