"You make the decisions," Long Xuanmo always obeyed his beloved wife, and now his face was very tender.
The four of them were stunned.
Even though they had long known that Prince Chen deeply loved Princess Chen, it didn't seem to the extent of... He was clearly a wife-doting man, which vastly contrasted with the rumored Cold-faced God of War, making it incredibly hard for them to believe.
Glancing at the four of them who were dumbfounded, Long Xuanmo put down his teacup and took both of Yang Mengchen's hands: "With the weather being so cold, why didn't you bring a hand warmer?" His tone was full of affection and mild reproach.
"The charcoal fire is strong right now, so I don't feel cold, but I'll remember to bring it when I go out," Yang Mengchen let Long Xuanmo hold her hands, smiling serenely.
The four who had come back to their senses averted their gazes, looking somewhat embarrassed.
