"I'm willing to take care of you. I like doing it. This isn't a problem for me."
Qiao Mianmian was touched again.
She still felt that she was unworthy.
Her husband was too nice.
How lucky was she to have met Mo Yesi in this lifetime?
And how lucky she was to be his wife.
"Mo Yesi, I'm afraid…" Qiao Mianmian bit her lip and said softly.
Mo Yesi was stunned. "What are you afraid of?"
Qiao Mianmian looked at him. "I'm afraid that you treating me so well now, I'll get used to your kindness and become spoiled in the future."
"Then let me spoil you."
"But if I'm spoiled, my temper might not be so good, and you might not like me so much. Then, you won't treat me as well as you do now. Then, I'll feel disappointed and sad."
If she hadn't been pampered and loved by him, she wouldn't care about the difference.
But he treated her so well now. If he was a little colder one day, she wouldn't be able to accept it.
