Seeing that his wife had fallen silent, he carried her back to the stool, intending to put her down, but why did he find it so difficult to let go?
As he thought this, he actually did just that, standing there holding his wife, unwilling to put her down, as if time itself had come to a halt.
"..." At this moment, Xiaoxiao came to her senses and realized she was still in Yang Ming’s arms.
What should she do, should she try to break free? But she had already tried that, and it didn’t seem to work very well, she couldn’t overpower Yang Ming.
Moreover, she had never experienced a princess carry before.
Forget it, she thought she’d just wait for Yang Ming to put her down on his own, but as she waited, it felt like a long time had passed and Yang Ming showed no signs of letting go.
She felt like she couldn’t hold on much longer, her dangling arms didn’t know where to rest, and the posture was very unflattering.
Acting impulsively, she reached up and unconsciously wrapped her arms around Yang Ming’s neck, resting her head against his chest, finding the most comfortable position.
Yes, this was the right way, the true princess carry.
Feeling his wife’s soft hands around his neck, and her small head resting on his chest, Yang Ming felt his blood boiling.
He quickly set his wife down on the stool, not sparing any gentleness; he needed to calm down.
At that moment, Xiaoxiao got startled by his sudden move, thinking, ’Damn, a true princess carry didn’t even last three seconds; Yang Ming definitely dislikes her!’
It wasn’t that he disliked her as a person, but maybe he thought she was too heavy.
The good mood from being carried princess style and being called "wife" vanished in an instant.
Xiaoxiao sat there, silent, not touching her chopsticks, ignoring Yang Ming; she, too, needed to calm down.
Yang Ming sat beside her, his heart a tumultuous sea, clueless about what his wife meant, only aware that she looked unhappy, very unhappy.
He pretended to be composed, picked up his wife’s chopsticks, and began to pick food for her, after selecting a good amount, he passed the chopsticks to his wife, "Eat up, it’s getting cold."
Xiaoxiao acted as if she heard nothing, ignored him -- she wouldn’t bother with him, she had been proactive and yet faced rejection, not joyful, very not joyful.
Seeing that his wife wasn’t eating, Yang Ming didn’t know what to do; he was naturally clumsy and not good at coaxing his wife.
"If you won’t eat, I’ll feed you." He thought that was the only move he could make, it seemed to work every time, his wife was very afraid of this move.
But to his surprise, he heard his wife’s affirmative answer, "Mhm!"
His hand holding the chopsticks paused; his wife’s reaction was off, last time his wife had clearly said, ’You win, I give up.’ and then obediently took her medicine, why was her response different this time?
What should he do? Should he really feed his wife?
"..." His wife was even urging him to feed her quickly, he felt that today his wife was very unusual.
Xiaoxiao, maintaining a calm exterior yet feeling quite unsettled inside, thought she was being incredibly bold today, even letting her bargain husband feed her; would he do it?
Just as she was thinking this, she saw her bargain husband pick up a piece of food with the chopsticks, she was about to open her mouth in anticipation.
"Are you sure? Feed you with my mouth?"