Scorned Wife

"You didn't have to personally deliver it to me, but thank you for doing so." Zhao Lifei warmly replied, leaning up to present him with a small kiss on his cheek. He was frozen with shock. He purposely didn't do anything to her in fear that she was still worried about public displays of affection. Seeing how she didn't seem to care anymore, he relaxed. His index finger curled under her chin, grabbing it with his thumb. He leaned low, his breath fanning over her ears. In a low, seductive voice that only they could hear, he whispered, "Why don't you thank me in another way?" 

"I thought you said you didn't want to hurt the baby?" She replied in an equally quiet voice, staring at him with accusations. His lips tilted upwards into a wolfish-smirk that did wild things to her lower stomach. "Did I now?" His hands traveled to her sides, squeezing it, "You must've misheard me, my dear wife."