"Hmm…" Lihua held a book with her arms stretched on top of her head. She glanced at Wei, who was seriously playing with the twins.
She glanced back at the book again and read the story further. "Hmmm…"
She threw another look at Wei and then at the book. She pouted and went back to her work. But she again peeked at Wei.
"Wei."
"Yes?"
"You have never gotten angry at me, right?"
He blinked and replied. "Of course not," he warmly said, "I will never be angry at you. You are my wife."
She cleared her throat. "Even if I act spoiled or rude to you?"
"I won't."
"..."
She pursed her lips. "Wei, you are too doting. I want to see how you look when you are angry at me," she curiously giggled.
Wei turned pale as if she had asked for the impossible. And she had asked for the impossible indeed. "I can never raise my hand against you…" he trembled, "You can cut off my arms if I even scratch you a bit."
"..."