Made perfect sense

Lu Tian held onto his wife with blinking eyes. He looks down at her without caring about the fact that she had just flicked his forehead.

He slightly pouts his lip and the space between his eyebrows crease into three tight lines.

"I'm not making a scary face. This is my natural face."

His words fell and he could only turn soft at the sight of her smiling face. He raises his free hand to touch her forehead. She might say she is okay, but he needed to be sure she isn't sick.

Feeling her temperature was normal, he felt a sense of relief. His hand touching her forehead lowers to stroke the side of her face and he smiles.

However, just as he was about to smile, he clears his throat. He cannot smile or else she will want to faint again.

"We should go inside since you haven't eaten anything."