Jian Shichu slightly lowered his gaze, his eyes dark and deep, watching her intently, without blinking for a moment.
Ye Qingci noticed his pallor, the faint bluish hue beneath his eyes, and the light stubble around his lips, a clear sign he hadn't been eating or sleeping well, which tugged painfully at her heartstrings.
She reached out to gently touch the blue beneath his eyes, then snuggled into his arms and coaxed, "Husband, can't you stop being angry? If you're not mad anymore, I'll do anything you say; whatever you want, alright?"
Actually, Ye Qingci was someone particularly inept at sweet-talking; otherwise, life at the Ye family wouldn't have been so difficult for her.
People with sweet mouths, to some degree, can often take advantage of others.
Just like Ye Yazhi.
