Leng Youchen saw her staring at him absentmindedly, and he chuckled, reaching out to pinch her face, "What's the matter, don't recognize me anymore?"
With a "snap," unexpectedly, Leng Youchen's hand was swatted away by her. The force was so strong that it produced a crisp sound echoing across the living room.
The atmosphere grew somewhat tense.
Leng Youchen looked down at his reddened hand, frowned slightly, and then looked up at Wei Anning, "What kind of nightmare did you have?"
Anning's pupils slowly refocused, her whole being still somewhat in a daze, "No, no nightmare, when did you get back?"
Leng Youchen withdrew his hand, noting her distracted air, clearly not yet recovered from the bad dream, he spoke softly, "I've just gotten home a short while ago. Why don't you go back to your room to sleep?"
"I can't sleep alone."
Leng Youchen took her hand, "Come on, your husband will coax his darling wife to sleep now."
