Dong Huiying was momentarily stunned as she gazed at him lying on her, noticing a hint of red on his face, as if he were shy, and his eyes shifted away. For some reason, it felt as though someone had touched the softest part of her heart, and her heart overflowed with tenderness.
"So, you were angry about this?" She raised her hand, gently caressing his face, her soft fingertips tracing his firm, rugged outline.
Afterward, she slowly sat up, "It was me who was too slow to notice." There was a hint of apology in her eyes. Wife, Wife, Chen Qiqi, only then did she realize what had made him angry.
Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, cupped his face, and planted a firm kiss on his forehead, "Does that make you a bit happier?"
He blinked.
"How about this then?" She kissed each of his eyes, one on either side.
He blinked again.
"And this, and this too?" She kissed the tip of his nose and then his cheeks, watching as the man's face visibly reddened.
