Hearing his wife's words, Yang Ming's face was pinched out of shape, but he felt delighted inside. He was confident in their relationship, believing that no matter who tried to interfere, they couldn't separate him and his wife.
Seeing Yang Ming's silly smile, Xiaoxiao let go of his face, rolled her eyes at him, "Silly look."
"Hehe." Yang Ming smiled, pulled his wife close, gave her a quick peck on the lips, and said affectionately, "Honey, I love you. No one can separate us."
Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and smiled. Given her situation as an ordinary woman with a child, who would even look at her? In contrast, Yang Ming's handsome looks made him more of a risk; she wished she could tie him to her waist all the time, "Husband, I love you too."
She only expressed her love but didn't dare to prohibit him from seeing others, as she was unsure how long a childless love could last. It wasn't that she doubted Yang Ming; she just feared she wouldn't be able to bear it.
