Mu Lan really hadn't expected him to be so shameless, but thinking about him being sick and unsure about his condition, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to actually hit him.
Seeing her silent, Huo Tingxiao hugged her even tighter, tenderly comforting her:
"I will certainly be fine, don't worry.
Seeing you worried, it pains my heart."
The straightforward, unembellished words flowed more easily from Huo Tingxiao's mouth the more he spoke, but Mu Lan still wasn't used to him being like this.
"Let go of me first."
She tried hard to make her voice sound calm and untroubled. Huo Tingxiao was quite unhappy inside, but nevertheless obediently let go. Attempting to push his luck too much might scare her away. After all, a wife is irreplaceable; he had to hold on tight.
"All the efforts from the past few years have been wasted. I don't even know what the point was in learning cooking skills."