After Yun Bixue had vented her anger, Xie Limo finally alighted from the car and hugged her. He sighed softly, feeling resigned and helpless—he could only hug her quietly.
Yun Bixue calmed herself down before turning to look at Xie Limo. "I was too fierce just now."
A gentle glint flashed across Xie Limo's exquisite eyes as he said, "It's better to be fiercer. The fiercer you are, the happier I feel." It was true. He could only feel at ease if his wife possessed such ferocity. Otherwise, she would be taken advantage of by others.
Yun Bixue patted her chest and said, "I was so furious that my heart almost jumped out of my mouth."
Xie Limo mimicked her and patted her back gently. "Calm down. Haven't you vented your anger already? My wife was indeed very strong earlier, so I feel relieved."
Yun Bixue turned around and looked at him. "You shouldn't be angry about what they said about you."
