The warmth of her soft red lips briefly touched him and retreated, Leng Youchen hadn't even had time to react. His eyes slightly squinted, he stared at her pretty face that seemed touched by the glow of dawn, a cunning smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His wife was shy, wasn't she? Should he take the opportunity to tease her a little?
He reached out to hold her nape, preventing her from pulling away, "Why are you being so obedient today, doing whatever I ask?"
Wei Anning's cheeks were as red as cooked shrimp. She shyly lowered her eyelids, hiding the reluctance and sadness in her eyes. She said, "Hurry up and eat, the porridge won't taste good when it's cold."
Leng Youchen wanted to tease her further, but fearing she might bristle, he reluctantly let her go and sat up, extending his hand towards her, "Help me."
