But the little girl didn't lose her temper with him, didn't act spoiled, but instead dug out a whole pile of books, studying and pondering them on her own. Ye Che felt particularly uneasy about it.
He wished Xia Weiyi would just scold him or hit him; anything would be better than keeping her grievances and dissatisfaction bottled up inside.
Ye Che reached out and tossed aside the book in Xia Weiyi's hand, encircling her small frame in his embrace: "Sweetheart, reading these useless books is such a waste of time. Instead, why not focus your thoughts on your husband here."
"Besides, your husband, me, is like an insulator for the Xia Weiyi edition. Whatever nonsense the books say, they're just clouds to me."
Xia Weiyi pursed her lips and slapped away Ye Che's hand from her waist.
Ye Che felt aggrieved, and simply flipped over to pin Xia Weiyi beneath him: "Honey, you've been giving me the silent treatment for a week now; time to grant me a pardon."
