Wei Anning felt a tingling sensation at the spot he had pinched. Her face flushed red as she glared at his retreating figure in anger, muttering a curse under her breath. It was a long while before she went to grab her clothes and change.
Downstairs, Leng Youchen was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, holding a cup of rich coffee in his hand, sipping it leisurely. Wei Anning came downstairs, stood in front of him, and directly took the black coffee from his hand, replacing it with a glass of milk.
"Don't drink such strong coffee first thing in the morning—it's bad for your stomach. Have some milk instead."
Leng Youchen looked at the glass in his hand. The milky-white liquid carried a faint fragrance, reminiscent of the scent on his wife. He raised an eyebrow, lifting his gaze to her. "Madam's reprimand—to which I must graciously comply."
