"You were pouting a moment ago and now you're happy? Your mood changed faster than the flip of a page. Are you a little girl?"
Wan Jia wrapped her small hands tighter around his waist, practically sticking onto his broad back. "What? I can't love my husband more?"
Lu Aotian chuckled and turned to rub her head dotingly. "If you keep sticking onto me so much, dangerous things might happen."
Wan Jia noticed his ragged breathing and pulled away as though his back had scalded her. Of course, she understood the dangerous things that could happen as a result of her sticking onto him.
She looked at him timidly. "The first three months are the most dangerous."
Lu Aotian sat her on the sofa in the study. "What about it?"
She wrapped his jacket over her face, as though hiding away from him. "Nothing...nothing dangerous will happen, right?"
