Wen Shu met the questioning golden eyes above her, her half-extended hand froze and then withdrew back into her embrace. She pulled at the corners of her mouth, smiling, "It's... it's like this. I'm fine, Wu Xuan, you don't need to worry too much."
Only then did Wu Xuan stop, carefully examining the female in his arms. Her cheeks were a healthy blush, and her luscious lips were full of color—nothing about her seemed unwell.
It's all right, the female is fine!
Wu Xuan's tense expression eased a little, and he let out a long breath, his eyes tinged with a reproving smile. "Female, next time you want us to stop, just say it directly..."
Halfway through speaking, he remembered that the female had already tried to stop him, but jealousy had completely clouded his judgment.
What was so good about that spider anyway? A cold-blooded creature that couldn't even warm the bed during winter—how could the female choose him as a Beast Husband?
