Watching her sleep, Leng Zirui smiled indulgently, then took out a knife, made a cut on the inside of his arm, and carefully smeared the blood on his body and her clothes.
After finishing everything, he carefully covered her with a thin blanket, went outside the door to attend to his wound, and then collected things like fruit knives, wine glasses, and bottles.
He inspected the surroundings to ensure there was nothing she could hurt herself with in a fit of rage, then cautiously climbed to her side, and gently kissed her forehead.
"Good wife, have a nice sleep. Tomorrow, when you wake up, you'll have the strength to hit me!"
Wrapping her in his arms, Leng Zirui spoke apologetically.
"I'm sorry, who asked you... to fall in love with a man like me? In the future, I'll compensate you twice as much, as your husband promises."
In his embrace, Xu Xia was completely unresponsive.
