The voice was deep and hoarse, "Wife..."
Click—
In Xia Weibao's hand, the chopsticks instantly snapped in half.
Then, she nonchalantly tossed the chopsticks aside and picked up a spoon to sip her porridge.
Without uttering a single word throughout, she conveyed more than any threat ever could.
Lu Hualiang, "..."
His cheek twitched fiercely as he looked at her, his gaze filled with a touch of grievance.
Eventually, he helplessly let go of her hand, "I'm going to take a cold shower."
That lonely expression and worn tone tugged at Xia Weibao's heartstrings.
Alright, she admitted she felt sorry for him.
After all, he was her husband.
She threw the spoon back onto the plate and then pounced on him, toppling him onto the bed.
Sitting beside him, she bit her lip shyly.
Her hands reached out then retracted, hesitating several times before finally grasping the hem of his garment and gently lifting it.
Her tiny hands trembled slightly, clearly indicating her nervousness.
