I’m Your Husband

This realization made her suddenly feel very flattered.

Looking at her wrist that had turned bright red from being rubbed so hard, Ye Anxin glanced at Mu Beiting. "Mister, you have wiped them five times already. They're completely clean. There's no need to continue wiping them anymore."

Mu Beiting didn't lift his head. Taking out another wet tissue, he wiped Ye Anxin's wrists one final time.

The strong scent of rubbing alcohol pervaded the car. Ye Anxin placed one of her wrists under her nose and sniffed it. She couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter.

Mu Beiting looked at Ye Anxin and asked with bewilderment, "What are you laughing about?"

Ye Anxin touched his arm and grinned. With a mirthful expression in her eyes, she said, "Mister, aren't you overreacting? You actually carry cleaning wipes with you? After all, I was barely touched, so there was no need to use cleaning wipes. Plus, aren't those people your friends?"