"You've never accepted me all this time because you like a man who looks like that? He's just a stoic man who looks like his face is paralyzed. What's so good about him? Not only is he a stoic, but he's also a soldier. Before we go into how often he has to go on his missions, aren't you afraid that you'll become a widow one day when he doesn't come home from a mission?"
Hearing the word 'widow', there might have been no change in Nuannuan's facial features but the atmosphere around them turned sharply cold.
Feng Shengxuan only needed to take one look to know that his little princess Nuannuan was angry.
He cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to attempt putting more knives into Nuannuan's heart anymore. He quickly changed the topic. "Ah, why do I feel a slight pain in my chest? Quick, help me take a look."
