He looked at her and felt that she was so far away from him. Her thoughts were vast and boundless. He tried hard to catch up but still couldn't catch up. At this time, she frowned slightly and asked: "This world has stipulated that you are weak, so you really become a weak one?"
Her disappointed tone was like a sharp weapon stabbing her heart, which was extremely humiliating. He was at a loss and didn't know how to answer.
He wanted to refute, but the idea disappeared before it was fully formed. Wasn't he weak in front of her?
She asked further: "If the person standing in front of you is not me, but anyone else, as long as this person is your wife, you will not obey her. No matter how cunning and sinister she is, you will not resist, right?"
He wanted to say, how could it not be you? My wife is you! However, his brain was already thinking along her words involuntarily. If the person standing in front of him at this moment was not her... Then no matter how unwilling he was, could he have any thoughts of resistance? Resisting his wife? How is it possible?
He shook his head helplessly, feeling that he had been forced into a dead end.