"Honey, where are we going next?" An Yan asked.
Xue An casually pinched her still rosy cheek and smiled, "Let's head back to Cursed City first!"
"Eh? Aren't we going to Lihen Heaven?" An Yan was a bit puzzled.
"Of course we'll go to Lihen Heaven, but not now! We'll set off after we've sorted everything out here."
"Oh!" An Yan nodded, walked up quietly, wrapped her arms around Xue An's waist from behind, and buried her head in his back.
"Honey!" An Yan said, her voice muffled.
"Hmm?"
"You've worked hard!"
Xue An was slightly taken aback, then chuckled lightly, "Why bring this up all of a sudden?"
An Yan couldn't help but laugh and feel annoyed at the same time, pinching Xue An a bit, "Does a wife need a reason to feel for her husband?"
"No need, no need! Ouch, ouch, Yan'er, let go!" Xue An grimaced in mock pain.
An Yan was somewhat speechless, "Is all that exaggeration necessary? I barely used any force!"
"Yan'er, it's because I'm afraid I might tickle your hand!"