C40 Manicure

"What are you looking at my darling's hands for?" Peng Fucheng asked as he put her arm into his arms and kissed her collarbone.

"Peng Yin'er and I, which one looks good?"

"Why do you ask?" Peng Fucheng said coarsely.

"Then don't you want to make a fool of her?"

Peng Fucheng paused for a moment before he continued chewing. He mumbled, "Darling