"Aren't you coming in?" Qiao Xia was silent for a while, unable to bear the quiet, she turned around and asked him.
Between them, it had always been her chattering away, while he remained silent like gold.
"You're in confinement after childbirth, what if I can't control myself like a beast?" His eyes fell on her chest with ill intentions, as it was quite large due to pregnancy and childbirth.
"Pervert!" Qiao Xia shyly pulled the quilt over herself.
"You're my wife, it's natural for me to look at you."
"We're divorced!" Qiao Xia reminded him very seriously.
Mu Liang was stunned, recalling the day they divorced, Qiao Xia's sad eyes, the way during that time, every time she looked at him, her vulnerability was masked by feigned strength, while he unwittingly ached for another woman.
That feeling was terrifying.
It wasn't his own emotion, his own feeling, yet someone else was steering him.
He was angry, he was irritable, he resisted, but it was all to no avail.
