Lu Fengxuan spoke hastily, then turned her back, wanting to lie down.
The man's long arms reached around from behind to embrace her waist, his low and magnetic voice echoing by her ear.
"Axuan, why are you so guilty? I'm not going to eat you."
Lu Fengxuan's spine stiffened, and she retorted with stubborn pride:
"What do I have to feel guilty about? I just pinched your ear a bit. Why, you wouldn't hold a grudge against me, would you?"
"As your husband, I wouldn't dare," Yu Chiyin chuckled lightly, his warm breath brushing over the pink tip of her ear, "Just now when you closed your eyes, what were you thinking about."
She knew he wouldn't let that question go.
Lu Fengxuan bit her lip, buzzing, "I wasn't thinking of anything. Let's just go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow."
As she spoke, she reached out to pry off the arm around her waist, but his slender and strong fingers entwined with hers, their hands locking together.
