"I don't like how obedient you are, don't like how you don't throw tantrums at me, don't like how you sit there dazed all by yourself…"
Muo Huangnian fell silent for a few seconds before blurting out the question, "Is it really just about your Second Brother?"
He had even secretly hoped she would mention Wei Ruo, hoped to provoke her, to make her jealous, angry…
"Husband," Manman called him as he had demanded, though her tone carried no trace of intimacy—just polite detachment, "I've said before, I'll fulfill every request you make of me to the letter. Why do you always have to nitpick with me? I have to cook three meals for you every day and get up in the middle of the night to pick you up. I'm quite drained."
"Are you complaining to me?" Muo Huangnian suddenly grabbed her face, his voice tinged with faint anticipation. "Manman, are you complaining about the grievances you've endured these past few days?"
