Leng Youchen's handsome face instantly fell, and he shook the woman on his body, "Wife, not angry anymore, hmm?"
Wei Anning glanced at him sideways, haughtily saying, "You've bullied me for so long, my heart has suffered a great deal of trauma, I won't forgive you easily, hmph."
Having said that, she got off his lap, bent down to pick up a windmill, and while playing with it by blowing, she walked toward the villa. Even if she was reluctant to let go so readily, who could blame her for loving him?
Perhaps love just is like that, setting aside principles for someone, compromising for someone else.
Leng Youchen stood up and followed her closely, watching her haughty demeanor, he was itching with annoyance; the little wretch had really learned to play him around.
He walked over, snatched the windmill from her hand, raised one eyebrow, and smiled slyly, "Wife, I've thought of every method I could, if you don't forgive me, then I'll have no choice but..."
"No choice but what?"
