Qiao Duo'er made a shushing gesture, "If you say another word today, exert a bit more strength, don't ever think about touching me again."
Tan Zhenghong quieted down and stopped fidgeting.
After all, his wife cared about him so much, she probably couldn't bear to leave him on the street for everyone to gawk at.
Qiao Duo'er's body was half pressing down on Tan Zhenghong's, her kiss slowly descending.
The peck was as fleeting as a dragonfly skimming water, and just as Tan Zhenghong thought to raise his head to catch his little wife's lips, he received a roll of her eyes instead.
Tan Zhenghong pursed his lips, not daring to use any force with his neck.
The next day, when Qiao Duo'er woke up, Tan Zhenghong was still asleep.
Her gaze inadvertently swept over a certain person's arm, and Qiao Duo'er startled at the sight of a circle of bruises there.
Qiao Duo'er also used her foot to kick away the blanket on the other side, and sure enough, there were bruises on the ankle as well.
