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Unexpected yet predictable, seeing her husband standing like a sentinel, Yan Jinsu glanced at him only once before she withdrew her sight and circumvented Xie Jingchen, fleeing from the spot.
Right now, she really didn’t know how to talk to him; her heart and lungs were in pain.
"Wife, are you feeling better?" Xie Jingchen asked softly.
With his profound tiger eyes gazing down at the beautiful woman in front of him, under the light, his little wife’s evasive demeanor was so real, it stabbed his heart tightly.
Although the little wife didn’t make a sound out of pain, when scalded by the hot towel, the continuous intake of breaths was still audible to Xie Jingchen.
The longer he listened, the heavier Xie Jingchen’s heart felt.
Watching his little wife glance at him and hurriedly turn away her face, her hands gripping her clothes even more nervously, she quickly replied, "I’m fine."
Then, with a swift turn of her footsteps, she avoided Xie Jingchen and left—
"Wife..." As Yan Jinsu was about to pass him, Xie Jingchen firmly grasped one of her wrists with a hoarse, low call.
"I’m tired. Please leave. We’re on a mission, don’t break the rules," Yan Jinsu took a deep breath to steady her emotions, lowering her head, and reacting quickly, she smoothly slipped away from his grasp, whispering softly.
Then she hurriedly tried to leave him and the range he could reach, seeking a large coat to wrap around herself to avoid embarrassment.
Not sure if it was a psychological effect, Yan Jinsu currently felt very awkward facing her husband Xie Jingchen in her disheveled clothes.
Xie Jingchen’s pupils constricted, a fierce look flashed in his tiger eyes, and faster than his thoughts, he took two large strides and again majestically positioned himself in front of his wife.
Yan Jinsu also reacted quickly, nervous as she slickly pulled back her hand, both hands gripping the front of her clothes tightly, with a defensive look on her face staring at Xie Jingchen, biting her lower lip in silence.
This defensive action from his little wife made Xie Jingchen pause his breathing, fists clenched, suppressing the bitterness that surged in his throat; his expression, though unfeigned, instigated a resistive instinct in his beloved wife.
Thus, his little wife was truly angry, and not playfully acting coy with him.
This realization made Xie Jingchen’s mood even heavier, especially seeing—
For the past moment, Yan Jinsu had bitten her lower lip so many times that it had begun to swell, though her attention was on Xie Jingchen, she hadn’t noticed.
She lowered her head, avoiding the man’s profound tiger eyes, and weakly whispered, "I’m cold, can I put on a coat?"
After she spoke, Yan Jinsu fittingly shuddered from the cold.
Although the temperature was nice during the day, it still dropped at night. And Yan Jinsu had been continuously applying a hot towel to her chest earlier but having taken off her clothes, her upper body exposed skin must have been cold.
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingchen instinctively reached for his travel bag, his effort to serve his wife being a deeply ingrained habit.
However, Yan Jinsu’s heart soured, her resistant emotions taking over as she said in a slightly louder voice: "No need for you—you, don’t move, I’ll do it myself."
The sudden sharpness in Yan Jinsu’s voice, halting abruptly, awkwardly transitioned to a flat statement.
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