Can't Hold On!

After hearing Lu Yuan's heartfelt praise, Su Yaqing playfully shook her head, her face carrying a touch of coy teasing. "Stop praising me already. You're making it sound like Versailles."

When she said it, her tone was light and lively, her eyes brimming with slyness; clearly, it was only a casual joke, without the slightest true resistance or restraint.

After being together for so long, she had long since become utterly familiar with Lu Yuan's tone, expression, and rhythm of speech.

The gentle sincerity of genuine praise, the polite perfunctoriness of offhand courtesy, the slightly teasing Versailles-style banter—she only needed to hear one note of his voice and glance at one micro-expression to instantly tell them apart, clearly and plainly.

Just now, the relief in Lu Yuan's eyes had been real and pure, his tone sincere and gentle. It had been wholehearted approval through and through; where was there the slightest hint of Versailles?

Lu Yuan looked at her deliberately disdainful yet actually playful expression, and the smile at the corners of his lips deepened. His dark eyes lifted slightly, carrying a somewhat wicked teasing air, and he slowly opened his mouth to tease her:

"What? Now you can't stand seeing your own husband being outstanding, and you can't bear hearing your husband praise you?"

His voice paused. He leaned down slightly, his body drawing a little closer, his warm breath brushing lightly past Su Yaqing's ear, his tone carrying a full measure of ambiguous pressure:

"In that case, I'll have to properly exercise my exclusive rights as a husband."

As he spoke, he even spread his five fingers and made a grasping motion in the air, as if he were grabbing something.

The instant those words fell, Su Yaqing, who had originally been smiling brightly and standing relaxed, suddenly