"What are you thinking about?" Bai Yiran reached out to smooth the frown on Leng Yichen's forehead, "Are you still upset that I went to Liu Fei and didn't tell you? Or that I met Bai Chuan and didn't tell you? Or something else?"
Bai Yiran's hand was a bit cold, and Leng Yichen easily wrapped his warm big hand around her small one.
"No, I'm not angry," Leng Yichen said softly. "I'm glad you told me about this."
"Then why do you still look so down, like I've done something wrong?" Bai Yiran looked at Leng Yichen, suddenly feeling more like Leng Yichen's daughter than his wife.
There's a saying, if you find a man who cherishes you like a daughter, then marry him.
Bai Yiran thought, could this be considered as finding one?
"I'm thinking about something." Leng Yichen kissed Bai Yiran's forehead.
"What is it?"
"Something that might make you angry if I say it?" Leng Yichen looked at Bai Yiran with a playful smile.
