The person who was almost at the door turned back, looking baffled at Nan Fei, "Can't bear to see me go? Then wait, I'll have someone else go."
Nan Fei: "..."
With which eye did he see her reluctance for him to leave?
Huo Beijiang walked back, his tall and upright shadow looming over Nan Fei, the pressure suddenly became overwhelming.
Nan Fei swallowed nervously, ready to switch strategies. She held out the back of her hand, which was being infused, in front of Huo Beijiang.
"Look!"
"Good girl! Just bear with it! I know it hurts." Huo Beijiang whispered softly, even bending down to give Nan Fei's hand a kiss.
Nan Fei: "..."
This was not the effect she intended.
"In the future, in front of others, you are not allowed to call me your wife, and even less to let others call me that." She decided to change her strategy again.
