For so long, she had never seen him without the white veil.
Curiosity was one thing, but she never took it off to look. There's a saying, curiosity killed the cat.
Just after wiping her sweat, she prepared to wet the cloth again when suddenly her wrist was grabbed, the grip so strong that she frowned, instinctively letting out a cry of pain, "Husband, it's me..."
Shen Juncheng froze for a moment, then realized and let go of her hand, saying, "Sorry."
In that instant, he dreamt of being chased, and when warmth approached, he instinctively thought it was a villain.
Su An'an's wrist was a bit bruised from his grip; it was clear how strong he was. She withdrew her hand and looked at him with a bit of surprise.
He could actually apologize.
Rubbing her sore wrist, she wetted the cloth again, this time not directly wiping him but handing it to his side. Shen Juncheng took it and wiped himself roughly, then sat up.
