"Who?"
Yun Xiaoxiao was only pretending to be asleep; she wasn't really asleep and she couldn't let Zhao Tianlei take her to the hospital.
Seeing that his wife was awake, Zhao Tianlei quickly asked, "Wife, are you feeling unwell somewhere? If you're uncomfortable, you can't keep it to yourself,"
Where am I uncomfortable?
My heart feels uncomfortable.
It feels uncomfortable seeing you.
Yun Xiaoxiao looked coldly at Zhao Tianlei, "How many years have we been married?"
Why would my wife suddenly ask this question?
How many years has it been?
"Da Bao is already seven this year, we've been married for eight years."
He was just eighteen back then.
His wife was a year younger than him.
Eight years.
She knew some of the plot.
But experiencing it in reality was different.
"We've passed the seven-year itch."
Zhao Tianlei felt a panic for some reason, what exactly had happened?
Why would his wife ask this question?
Could someone be trying to steal her away from him?
