"Dear, I'm sorry. Honey came back late. I'm sorry..."
An Ran poked Mu Xingfeng's chest with her little finger, and said word by word.
"You still remember I'm your wife, huh? Since you know I'm your wife and we're a married couple, keep your guilt to yourself. I don't need it. You were on a mission, not deliberately blowing me off. Do you think I'm that petty in your eyes? Mu Xingfeng, remember this: what I care about is not a globally-watched engagement ceremony but your safety, my husband's safety."
"Dear..."
Mu Xingfeng held the little hand in front of his chest. At this moment, he didn't know how to express his feelings with words.
Anni didn't pay any more attention to him; the main task was still unfinished.
She reached out to unbutton his shirt.
It was clear that the clothes he was wearing had been worn for a few days, with some traces of dirt and a faint sweat odor.
