Su Muyao feels that Mei Qingchen is acting strange at the moment.
Even when he held her before, he wasn't like this.
Now, he seems overly dependent on her, continually snuggling and breathing her scent, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
She tries to push him away, but he won't budge.
"Wife, let me hold you for a while, just a while, okay?"
He really feels sickened.
Just thinking about the gaze of that female from the Black Lion Tribe had almost made him vomit on the way back.
Unable to bear it, he took a bath in a mountain valley pool along the way, washing off the scent on his body and from his eyes.
His eyes were rubbed red, but something still felt wrong.
Only holding his wife made him feel a bit purified.
In this world, only his wife was the best.
He should have cherished her more earlier on; now he deeply regrets not making up for the wasted time.
"You've held me more than just for a moment."
