Xiao Yan smiled as he held her head, "The men our mom talked about are just a part of men, not all men are like that. At least, I'm different. I like being managed by you. It's fine. You're doing great. Between a husband and wife, it should be casual and carefree. We shouldn't be so cautious. Otherwise, what meaning would there be if even the closest people are always so constrained?"
What Xiao Yan said was the truth, not just to placate Ai Xiaoxiao.
He genuinely enjoyed the feeling of being controlled.
Being managed means someone cares.
A bachelor has no one to care, can drink as much as he likes, smoke however much he wants, sleep in as late as he wishes.
But smoking, drinking, staying up late are all slow suicides, ways to ruin one's body.
Having no one to care implies no one to feel pain.
Is it really a good thing to have no one to feel pain for you?
