No one acknowledged Tan Zhenghong and he was confused. Wasn't he the one who was angry? How come it seemed like his wife was the one upset now?
Looking over at Qiao Duo'er again, all he could see was the back of her head.
"Wife, I feel insulted by you. You're just discriminating against me, refusing to consummate our marriage, and even refusing to touch me there. You still don't like me, do you?" Tan Zhenghong said with a sense of grievance.
"I don't know how long I've been waiting for today, yet you dismissed me with just a few Silver Needles."
"Look at how many times I've compromised, and I never really touched you each time."
"Can't you just use your hand to help me this once? I really want to be closer to you."
"Wife, talk to me, please."
The situation had turned on its head, Tan Zhenghong, who had been angry and unwilling to speak, became chatty, while Qiao Duo'er was giving off an air of aloofness.
Tan Zhenghong pursed his lips, realizing his mistake—his wife was angry!
