An Ran took a gulp of saliva, swallowed it abruptly, and looked up at the man with an aggrieved expression, "What?"
Mu Xingfeng rubbed his forehead speechlessly. This guy, although she was looking at him, compared to her previous disdain, he somewhat doubted that his little wife only liked his face.
Mu Xingfeng stepped closer and met her eyes, asking solemnly, "Wife, tell me, do you only like your husband's face?"
An Ran was startled by his serious expression. Hearing his question, she revealed a sly smile and reached out with her small hand to touch his clean and smooth handsome face, "You just realized?"
Mu Xingfeng kicked off his shoes and crawled over, "You naughty girl."
In this moment, Mu Xingfeng truly felt that his little girl was by his side, able to talk and laugh with him, able to act spoiled and pampered. His heart was pounding fiercely; no one knew how he endured these past four days.
Fortunately, she woke up.
