Listening to his wife's machine-gun-like accusations, the tension finally drained from Su Changshun's face. He couldn't hold it in, letting out a low snort of laughter as his shoulders shook slightly. Still chuckling, he walked over to the edge of the *kang* and sat down right next to Li Xiaomei.
Taken aback by his laughter, Li Xiaomei grew even more confused and angry. She raised her hand and gave his arm a punch. "You're still laughing!"
"Ow!" Su Changshun exaggeratedly sucked in a breath of cold air, seizing the opportunity to catch her small, punching fist and wrap it in his own broad, lightly calloused palm. His palm was warm and dry, forming a sharp contrast to Li Xiaomei's slightly chilled hand, which was cold from agitation.
Chapter 64