Xiaofeng could actually think of it, Ye Cheng was sometimes very straightforward, making him compliment people was indeed a tough task, but she never thought Ye Cheng was a complete straight shooter.
Crafty? Where was she crafty?
With a pout, she threw his pillow onto the floor, "You’re the crafty one, your whole family is crafty. Calling me crafty, did I steal chickens or eggs from your house? Reflect on yourself by sleeping on the floor tonight."
He truly was a straight shooter, not knowing how to say sweet things and even calling her crafty.
What husband talks about his wife ? He must be the first one.
Ye Cheng watched as the pillow came flying at him and instinctively caught it. It was her who said to compliment her, and ’crafty’ was originally a compliment for being smart.
How did it become a derogatory term in her mind?
"Wife, ’crafty’ doesn’t mean you’re a chicken thief, it’s complimenting your intelligence and capability. If you don’t like hearing that, I’ll change it," Ye Cheng realized at this moment his mind was totally out of ideas, not knowing how to compliment his own wife.
"No need, I’m so ’crafty’ that you have to compliment me, you thought about it for so long and still couldn’t come up with one nice word. Isn’t making you compliment me putting you on the spot? Don’t bother racking your brain," Xiaofeng wrapped her blanket around herself, "I’m sleepy, I’m going to sleep now, no talking allowed."
Ye Cheng looked at his wife’s sullen expression and knew he had completely offended her, but this won’t do, a couple shouldn’t go to bed angry, tonight’s issues must be resolved tonight.
"Wife, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have called you crafty. You’re so beautiful and excellent, in my last life I must have accumulated virtue to marry you. Marrying you is my good fortune, becoming the father of boy and girl twins is also my good fortune. You’re not crafty, you’re my dearest wife, the woman I love the most in this lifetime."
Xiaofeng propped up her head, looking at his serious face, and chuckled, "Really?"
Ye Cheng, seeing her laugh, sighed with relief in his heart, her laughter was good, it meant she wasn’t angry anymore.
"They say the first thing you say is the truth, your words from before were the real ones, and the ones you said after were just to make me happy, right? In your heart, I’m just a crafty image, all that beauty and elegance are fake," Xiaofeng scoffed.
His wife had always been quite reasonable, truly, a woman’s heart is as inscrutable as the sea’s needle, he couldn’t understand what she was going to do next.
With a flash of insight, "Wife, are you on your period? If you are, I can warm your belly so it’s less uncomfortable."
Counting the days, isn’t it supposed to be these couple of days? It must be her period, that must be why her mood is so erratic.
Xiaofeng’s mood was somewhat improved, but hearing Ye Cheng’s words, her face immediately darkened, and she threw another blanket down, "Your family’s relatives have come, you’re not allowed on the bed tonight."
See, most men are indeed straight shooters.
Ye Cheng pitifully held the pillow and blanket in his arms, slightly defeated.
Alas, it was all his own doing, he had a nice bed to sleep on and a soft, delicate wife in his arms, and now, he had to keep company with the cold floor.
Xiaofeng couldn’t be bothered with him and closed her eyes to sleep.
In the middle of the night, she felt a warmth around her waist, someone took her into their arms, and drowsily, she burrowed further into their embrace, seeking a more comfortable sleeping position.
Ye Cheng kissed her hair gently and whispered, "Sleep."
Some things, grandpa had told him, like how his wife found the life-saving blood tinge and cured his previous illness, but healing that illness meant he would lose some memories.
This silly wife of his, to save his life, truly spared no effort.
Xiaofeng opened her eyes and just watched him.
"Did I wake you up?" Ye Cheng met his wife’s eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed.
He just wanted to steal a kiss and then sleep with his wife, not expecting to wake her up.
"The floor was too cold; I couldn’t sleep, so I came up," Ye Cheng kissed her forehead, "Sleep, it’s still a while before sunrise."
But Xiaofeng couldn’t seem to fall asleep, "Ye Cheng, if one day I forget about you like you forget about me, or if I become a completely different person, what would you do?"
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"It’s just a feeling, feeling like I could leave you at any moment," Xiaofeng buried her head in his chest.
"Silly girl, I was just joking with you tonight. In my heart, everything about you is good. Don’t ever talk about leaving me again, wait for the case to be closed, I’m going to give you a grand wedding that will shake the Imperial Capital. That’s good, right?"