Wen Ran finally came to her senses and, looking at the handsome face magnified before her, suddenly grew afraid to meet his gaze. His eyes were too alluring, and she would accidentally get drawn in, losing herself.
She didn't know when it started, but she wasn't as rational as when they first got their marriage certificate.
Could it really be that time nurtures affection?
Having spent more time with Fu Chenlie, seeing the many excellent qualities in him, and coupling that with his annoyingly endearing face, her fondness for him truly accumulated slowly.
Especially since he hadn't ridiculed her in a long time.
Wen Ran regained her composure and lowered her gaze, "I wasn't thinking about anything."
The man, seeing she didn't even dare to look at him, had even more reason to suspect—
She was preoccupied with something!