Song Qinghuan was feeling somewhat nervous for no apparent reason. She lightly bit her lip and then kissed him on the lips, "Shi Yuhuan, our daughter will surely return safely."
After she finished speaking, she tried to stand up as if to leave, but Shi Yuhuan held her waist tightly, preventing her from rising.
His voice husky and intimate, he whispered in her ear, "Do you trust me?"
Song Qinghuan looked at him, her gaze lingering on his handsome and refined countenance. With his intelligent and dark eyes, she nodded without hesitation, "I trust you, Shi Yuhuan! But…"
Pausing momentarily, she continued to explain: "How should I put it? If something happens to a family, and the wife tells the husband everything and relies on the husband to solve everything, people will criticize the wife for being completely useless, stupidly weak, and only knowing how to cry."
Shi Yuhuan looked at her solemnly, seeming to understand her inner struggle.
