Once the hat was removed, the accusation became serious. Leng Youchen held her tightly in his arms and coaxed her with a gentle voice, "Look where your mind has gone. I was angry because you were eating recklessly and ruining your health. You don't know how scared I was when you suddenly fainted last night. I haven't gotten over the shock yet."
Wei Anning gave him a warm glance, feeling much better, "Really?"
"When have I ever lied to you?" Leng Youchen looked at her helplessly. Even though he regretted not being able to be intimate with her last night, he couldn't show it now, lest his wife think he loved her body more than her, causing the little one to overthink again.
After all, isn't a man's love about action? Without action, how can love be produced?
Wei Anning felt relieved and hugged his waist, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Leng Youchen. I made you worry last night."