Huo Jinyao was stumped for a moment, and then he suddenly broke into laughter. "What a silly question, dear! You're my wife, so who should I treat well if not you?"
Is it as simple as that? Then if he were married to someone else, would he treat his wife as well as he is treating me now?
Su Qingsang could not help but wonder. A dullness came over her eyes.
At this moment, Huo Jinyao held her hand in his. "What's wrong, my dear? Are you still unhappy?"
"No, it's not that." Su Qingsang was having difficulty conveying her thoughts. "Huo Jinyao, I just feel that…"
"Don't you worry, my dear. I'll treat you even better in the future."
As he spoke, he leaned over to her and kissed her. She was already used to this habit of his.
"You've transferred the oil from your lips to my face."
"Have I? There's nothing to worry about. My dear has a good complexion, so just treat it as replenishment of moisture."
