Nan Fei keenly sensed Huo Beijiang's gaze, "Why are you staring at me?"
"No, nothing." Huo Beijiang awkwardly denied, a rare blush appearing on his handsome face.
"But I..." Nan Fei hesitated for a moment, pondering in her mind how to describe it. Ever since she lost her sight, although she tried hard to overcome it, she sometimes felt very uncomfortable.
For instance, she couldn't see Bei Jiang's expression, his gaze, or his smile. So, she often found the man opposite her unpredictable.
"But I feel awkward when you stare at me," Nan Fei pouted slightly, displeased, "Stop looking!"
If he kept looking, she would burn up completely.
"Alright, if you say don't look, I won't look." Huo Beijiang hurriedly raised both hands in surrender, dragged a chair over, and sat opposite Nan Fei, propping his chin with one hand, leisurely watching her.
Looking at his wife could never be enough.
Nan Fei: "..."
Does he think that since she can't see, she doesn't know anything?
