Khanh looked for a while and saw Xuan coming in from the garden. It was cold and she was only wearing a thin shirt. He frowned.
- Don't stay in the room to keep warm, but come out here to endure the cold?
- I'm going to get some fresh air.
- I'm here for you, give me both hands.
Xuan didn't understand what he was planning to do. She held out her hands, which were cold and turned red. Mr. Khanh grabbed them and put them in his pocket.
- That's warmer.
It was as if a warm stream of water flowed through Xuan's heart. She looked at the smiling man opposite her. Mr. Khanh smiled beautifully, his dark eyes contained only her image. At such a close distance, Xuan could smell the faint masculine scent on his body. Can a man like Khanh truly love someone, or is he just like his brother. Xuan was both confused and expectant. Her mother had told her not to have feelings for him, but at this rate, Xuan was afraid she was about to disobey her mother's words.
- Let's go to sleep!
- I... I'm on my period.
- I know, you can rest assured and sleep. I can wait a few days.
Mr. Khanh held Xuan's hand and went into the house. He knew Xuan was still shy so he did not force her. It's just that a man like you who hasn't experienced love is a bit uncomfortable. Every night he hugs his wife and sleeps without daring to say anything. Who said his wife is so beautiful that she can only watch her?