Dying Of Anxiety

"I thought you would be happy, but you're saying that I stabbed your heart? Usually, I can't bear to see you suffer—so why would I be so cruel as to stab your heart with a knife?!"

Chi Yang looked at his muttering wife, and his heart gushed with love. He bent down and gently kissed her pitiful little face.

Nangong Nuannuan scratched her head, still looking pitiful. Chi Yang bent down once more and kissed her again.

Seeing that she was still pouting, he continued to kiss her.

He did it another time.

Another time.

Another time!!!

He only stopped when the little girl smiled happily at him.

Usually, this little girl would use such a trick to deal with him. If he was not explaining himself, she would kiss him. She would kiss him until he finally vented his anger.

Now, he knew that he had misunderstood this girl. Yet, he was too embarrassed to explain that he could not understand her just now, so he kissed her instead.