As soon as he entered, he leaned down and looked at her persistently without saying a word.
Every action of his expressed his concern.
Sheng Yang's expression was indeed a little ugly.
He raised his hand to touch her forehead. After confirming that she didn't have a fever, he let out a long sigh of relief.
He then raised his eyebrows. Was she in a bad mood?
He raised her hand and rubbed it against his cheek, looking up at her.
He only had her in his eyes.
Now, Yi Juncheng looked like a little puppy. It was like he was cosplaying as one.
In the past, he was insecure. Now that he had a beauty in his arms and was married, he still did not feel safe.
Hence, he wanted to tell Yangyang that as long as she was with him, everything would seem new and exciting.
Even if Yangyang didn't like to explore new ways to interact, he could always give her ideas.
"Yangyang, hit me." He seemed to be looking forward to it.
