Mom, I Love You

Just as his hand fell, she took it away.

All of a sudden, Ye Hao felt certain kind of suffocation in his heart, making him unable to breathe, his eyes sour and astringent at the same time.

It was the first time after their marriage that she refused his touch so coldly.

"Yanyan..." Finally, Ye Hao couldn't keep silent, whispering her name.

He Xiyan responded with a faint hum, but did not turn around. Instead, she moved to the side of the bed, far right side. As long as she turned over, she would possibly fall onto the ground.

"Sleep, rest early. You still need to go to work tomorrow." Her voice was faint, flowing into his ears like cold water.

Ye Hao slightly grasped his hands. Under the light, his face became somewhat bleak.

He bit his lips so tightly at this moment that he could even taste the blood between his lips and teeth.

She was refusing him. His Yanyan should be refusing him.