C569 And Grudges

"Wife Diaochan, why did you hit me?"

Wang Xiaojian chuckled, and then grabbed onto Diaochan's soft little hand and caught it in his palm, before gently stroking it.

Diaochan's hands, palm soft and warm, the back of her hand was as smooth as jade.

No matter how many times he touched it, Wang Xiaojian would not get tired of it.

And her little feet, too, could touch for years