The man's eyes flickered with a light shift, for him, the presence of his wife was like a walking aphrodisiac, making him so eager to pounce on her the moment he saw her, desiring to devour her every inch.
When she took the initiative to seek a kiss, he should have been overcome with passion and pinned her down, so why did his heart resist so much?
He struggled against the urge to push her away, leaning in slowly towards her. She slowly closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss to descend. Yet after a long wait, what she got was him pushing her away.
"Mrs., I'm not in the right state today, I might be too tired."
Wei Anning looked at him with hurt in her eyes, seemingly unable to understand why he was unwilling to kiss her.
Leng Youchen also felt extremely irritable. He wheeled himself out, a bit at a loss of what to do with the situation. Wei Anning watched him leave the room, then quickly followed him out to the hallway, only to find that he had already entered the elevator.
