"Zhan Se, I've finally figured out why so many men throw caution to the wind for you."
The phrase 'throw caution to the wind' made Zhan Se's heart sink. She unconsciously tightened her grip on her bag as she walked over and grabbed Ai Lun's hand.
"Quit sweet-talking me! You arty types are way out of my league."
Her smile grew even more radiant, Ai Lun's dandified air enveloping her as he casually slung an arm around her shoulders, brimming with triviality.
"I'm telling you, there's something about those little glances of yours that's naturally seductive. Even I can't resist, let alone men. It's just a pity for our Ah Yi."
Her steps suddenly halted, Zhan Se turned to glare at her.
"Ai, Little Ai, are you even using your brain?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Ai Lun touched her chest in mock seriousness, "Oops, forgot to bring it with me today."
Zhan Se couldn't help but laugh, "Are you silly? Always talking smack about your own husband."
