A pampering yet slightly helpless male voice came through: "A little punishment, to help you remember!"
Shi Nuan's eyes flickered, and she heard Song Yansheng say again, "Little girl, how many times do I have to tell you? With me, you neither need to thank me nor apologize, because whatever I do or endure for you, it's only right. We are husband and wife, we are family, not outsiders, understand?"
Shi Nuan bit her lip, one hand involuntarily reaching out to hold Song Yansheng's hand.
Song Yansheng's hand was very beautiful, with long fingers and distinct joints, but when pressed against his palm, it felt solid and warm.
Shi Nuan felt the lines and warmth of his palm, said nothing, and gently leaned into Song Yansheng's embrace.
She finally understood that in this world, the only person she could truly trust and rely on was Song Yansheng, only him.
