"Xia Xia, relax a bit. You're too tense."
Anxia couldn't help but scream in her heart and bit her lip in frustration.
"If you're worried I'll attack you, don't be. Tonight I'm not going to do anything to you."
It felt like Anxia wanted to dig a hole so she could hide in it. Her husband never missed an opportunity to make her push and lose badly, even before the game started.
"Relax. Hmm?" Richard stroked Anxia's clenched fists as if persuading his wife to open her fists.
Soft strokes and loving whispers made Anxia relax her tense muscles. She will believe her husband's words. After all, they couldn't possibly do it in the car with their little daughter sleeping next to them. Because of that, Anxia lets herself lean comfortably in front of her husband's sturdy body.
Slowly, her fists opened, and Richard's fingers slipped between her fingers and held her hand.
