He chuckled softly, hastily coaxing, "I'm not angry anymore, I was wrong."
He apologized quickly, but Qiao Xu couldn't see an ounce of sincerity in it.
His broad palm moved from her waist to the back of her head, lightly gripping, bringing her a few inches closer to himself.
This time, he didn't steal a kiss from her, but looked at Qiao Xu with genuine and deep affection, reverently bending down to kiss the tip of her nose, saying in a low voice, "Wife, I love you."
He felt Qiao Xu's body suddenly stiffen, and then she stared at him with a pair of complicated eyes.
Her feet staggered back, as if she was frightened by Lu Moqing's words, and she seemed a little flustered.
"Lu Moqing, don't say that kind of thing anymore."
I'll take it seriously.
Qiao Xu's panicked expression quickly turned calm, her eyebrows drooping, her lips tightly bitten, making herself appear calm.