The Wife is Right

The morning sun was hot that day. Lu Zhaoyang felt a burning sensation on the right side of her face, but it was nothing compared to the soreness on her neck.

Huo Yunting took occasional glances at her while he drove.

They passed by a pharmacy, where he stopped and bought a few tubes of ointment for her. He fished out a tube and opened the cap.

Lu Zhaoyang felt a little uncomfortable at his abrupt gentle display.

"Are you really Huo Yunting…" This definitely felt like someone else.

Huo Yunting plastered a smile on his face and said, "Yes, I am Huo Yunting, your husband."

"..." What kind of trick was he up to now? Lu Zhaoyang spread her hand and said, "Give me that, I'll do it myself."

"Be a good dear and don't move."

Driven by guilt, Huo Yunting applied the ointment gently on the red marks on her neck. There was a cooling sensation on his fingertips, which she must be feeling too.