"Yes, yes, my wife is right. I did it on purpose. I was wrong. Please hit me to vent your anger. Please stop crying. Ah!"

He touched his wife's tearful cheek with his fingertips, and the warm tears burned his heart, causing him to tremble and feel uncontrollable pain.

In a hurry, he grabbed his wife's hand and slapped it directly on the side of his face. With a snap, the pregnant woman covered by her soft skin came back to her senses.

She raised her tearful eyes and lifted her sticky eyelashes. She couldn't see, so she could only use her hands to touch the man's slightly hot cheek, which was still covered by the back of her hand.

“Does it hurt?”

Even though she felt wronged, she still felt sorry for her husband.

Chen Yanming didn't feel any pain. His wife, made of water, finally stopped crying. He breathed a sigh of relief and didn't answer.

The man lowered his head and looked deeply at his delicate wife whose face was red from crying.

He looked so serious, as if he wanted to deeply imprint the image of his helpless and lovely wife who was delicate and dependent on him in his mind and never forget it.

Then, with a gentle and affectionate look, the man kissed his wife's moist eyelids soothingly, and her thin eyelids turned red from crying.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. You should have hit me harder. I made a mistake, just as you said. How could I forget you?"

Before she finished speaking, the man took her hand and touched his chest.

The pregnant woman, her emotions stable, listened to the man's calm and lyrical words.

"Even though my memory has faded, I can still feel that my heart beats only for you."

Even through the three layers of thick coat, Qing Yuer, nestled in the man's arms, could still clearly feel the man's heartbeat through her palms.

She tilted her head, feeling shy and uncomfortable. She couldn't accept the man's cheesy words. She snorted and kept silent.