Mo Qingze's old face reddened as he stubbornly said, "As long as it is for your good, I won't refuse, but should there be a next time, you must wait until I return. Do not do as you did today."
Only heaven knew how worried and frightened he had been when he had returned home after dismissing his class and heard that his wife had fainted! It was not until this moment that he realized how important this woman, who had appeared in his life for less than a year, actually was to him!
"Mmm, I will listen to my husband," Cui Qingrou obediently nodded, seeing the concern in the man's eyes, a great sense of happiness welled up inside her.
Mo Qingze's heart warmed as he looked into his wife's tender gaze. Coughing to cover his emotion, he asked softly, "Rourou, how are you feeling now? Does it still hurt?"
Cui Qingrou assessed her condition and shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore, I just feel a bit weak."