Just the four words "I'm afraid of getting sick" were enough to anger any man.
Wei Chengfeng, a very masculine man, could only be imagined to be more infuriated after hearing these words.
"Have the guts to say that again."
"What, do you want to hit me?" Although she asked this, her face showed no fear.
Wei Chengfeng had been seething with anger, but seeing her now, ostensibly a bit scared yet posing as if she feared nothing, his anger almost completely dissipated, leaving only amusement.
He stretched out his hand to adjust her blanket, and casually pinched her cheek, "I couldn't bear to."
Su Li pouted but said nothing.
Wei Chengfeng, however, patiently said, "Believe it or not, since we got married, I have only been with you."
Su Li believed him, for whatever reason. She felt that, given Wei Chengfeng's character, if he solemnly said such a thing, it must be true.
