The man's back stiffened slightly, and he looked down at the slender hands wrapped around his waist, and said lightly, "What's wrong? We've been married for so long, are you trying to act cute? I'm not used to it."
Wei Anning said nothing, quietly holding him for a moment, the man also remained silent, continuing with what he was doing, and in the quiet night, the sound of a knife on the cutting board could be heard.
A very homey and cozy sound, it slowly dispelled the coldness in her heart.
She originally thought that after being taken away last night, she might never see him again in her lifetime. Fortunately, heaven had mercy, she was fine, and they were still together.
"Leng Youchen, have I ever told you that I love you?"
The man paused his chopping, turned his head to glance at the woman clinging to his back, and said with a light smile, "Mm, you've said it, many times."
