Ye Xingguang hardened her heart, thinking that losing face was better than being scared to death!
She simply let Ye Junqing hold her openly until the thunder ended. But tonight's weather was bad, with thunder claps echoing occasionally. She didn't want to leave her husband's embrace at all.
People at the table curiously asked, "What's wrong with Mrs. Ye? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale."
Ye Junqing, while holding her, picked food for her, "It's nothing serious, she just likes to stick to me. Even at home, she prefers to eat in my embrace."
Ye Xingguang reached out and heavily pinched Ye Junqing's waist, wondering what nonsense he was spouting.
The others were forcibly fed dog food: "..."
"Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye have such a great relationship." So good that they didn't want to eat at the same table.
Ye Junqing smiled but said nothing.
