It seems that when a person is injured, they become especially fragile and dependent. Wei Anning reached out to him and spoke with a coquettish tone, "I'm hurt, and you, as both boyfriend and lord husband, should come and hug me first, shouldn't you?"
Leng Youchen's phoenix eyes were as deep as ink, and he stared at her expressionlessly, reminding himself not to be distracted by her. This was the trick she was best at playing, thinking that if she acted coquettishly, he would not pursue the matter of her trespassing into the small Buddhist temple.
Clearly, at this moment in Leng Youchen's heart, Wei Anning was a woman who manipulated others.
"Wei Anjing, do you think I'm so foolish that you can toy with me at will?" The man's gaze became focused and coldly scornful as he looked at her, like an emperor who was so above all others.
