Yang Fei's comforting words gently entered her ears, and the feeling of fear and palpitations in Qin Yanyang slowly faded away, and her trembling body gradually steadied.
After a while, she raised her head and started to fiercely nibble on Yang Fei's lips.
Yang Fei sensed her emotions and responded to her passionately, yet surprisingly without any wicked thoughts, only deep heartache and anger.
Damn it, who the hell scared my wife like this? I must tear you to pieces.
After a long time, Qin Yanyang's emotions completely calmed down. She held Yang Fei's face with both hands, scrutinized it for a long time, and said, "Surviving and seeing you again, being held by you, feels so good."
Yang Fei felt heartbroken and said, "It's okay now, it's okay."
Qin Yanyang nodded and said, "Mm, it's okay now. I always knew my husband would spare no effort to rescue me. The military orders I issued couldn't hold you back."