Shen Mingzhu was first startled, then panicked, and afterward vigorously pushed the man away, fleeing to a safe distance four or five steps away from the bed.
"What are you doing?!"
Meeting his wife's fiery almond-shaped eyes, Pei Yang was a bit bewildered.
He was purely trying to tease his wife. It was broad daylight, and he had just traveled home, weary from the journey. Even if he wanted to do something, he didn't have the energy.
But her overreaction was indeed beyond his expectations.
The force with which she pushed him and the look she was giving him now, it was not the way one would treat a husband, but rather as if she was treating him like some rogue harassing women.
Had he scared her?
In just a few seconds, Pei Yang's mind had raced through countless possibilities, automatically filtering for the one that would not make him angry.
His wife must have been frightened by him to act so angrily.