Gu Mian pushed him away out of reflex and sprung up from the coach. She quickly shook her head. "I'm alright. I'm going to prepare dinner."
Tang Zui sensed that she was avoiding him and grew a little frustrated for no reason. Gu Mian still felt slightly dizzy. She shook her head and put her hands on the couch for support as she left the living room. Tang Zui stared after her as she hurried away. The look in his eyes became increasingly grim.
Gu Mian prepared dumplings for him. She was worried that if she took too long to cook, Tang Zui would get angry again.
Tang Zui was not picky about his food. However, when he thought about how she was repelled by his touch, he felt displeased for some reason even though he knew clearly that her fear of him had become a reflex.
"Gu Mian, don't you know how to be a good wife? The only thing you have ever cooked for me is dumplings."
