Looking at the shy little wife, Mu Qiancheng chuckled softly. That low laughter, like a feather, gently brushed Jiang Xue's heart, bringing her a tingling, novel sensation.
"Stop it, you're still laughing, still laughing!" Jiang Xue, feeling even more embarrassed by Mu Qiancheng's laughter, playfully swung her pink fist, hitting Mu Qiancheng.
Jiang Xue's fists didn't have much strength, hitting Mu Qiancheng's body was just like a light scratch, making him both enjoy and delight in it.
The two lingered together for a while, and only when they saw someone coming did they let go. Jiang Xue, with a flushed face, glanced at Mu Qiancheng and said, "Since you don't object to me buying a house here, I'll go look at houses after my dad finishes his surgery."
