Yan Luoxi suddenly widened her eyes in disbelief at the man so close to her. Was she hearing things? Why did she hear him apologizing to her?
"What... are you saying?"
Li Yeqi, looking at her incredulous expression, felt his heart soften into a mess. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, almost sighing as he said, "I'm sorry, wife, I hurt you with what I said this morning."
Enveloped by the warm masculine scent, a fog seemed to form before Yan Luoxi's eyes, her heart filled with grievance and sourness, and tears nearly rolled down her cheeks.
She closed her eyes, her heart quivering slightly, "What is this supposed to be?"
Li Yeqi held her even tighter, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice growing softer, "Wife, I'm apologizing to you. Aunt Tong said my words hurt you. I'm sorry, I don't have experience with girls, and I was too blunt. Hurting you was never my intention."
Li Yeqi apologizing was simply unbelievable to Yan Luoxi.
