Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 1408: Chapter 1422: Isn’t It Especially Moving?

Every place she has appeared in has nearly been marked by him.

It is only at this moment that An Ran truly believes that after the award ceremony, Mu Xingfeng handed her a personal resume, telling her he truly wanted to be her boyfriend.

As he said, from the moment they were intimate in the car, he had etched her into his heart.

Moreover, when Linjiang saved him that time, it further solidified his resolve to marry her.

Mu Xingfeng’s photography skills are truly excellent; every angle is just right. Some focus on what she is doing with her hands, some on an object in front of her, some with friends laughing joyfully, and some alone in contemplative solitude...

Now, without inquiry, she also knows that Mu Xingfeng must be an outstanding scout in the army. So many photos, capturing her so clearly and naturally, yet she hadn’t noticed at all.

”What are you looking at so intently?”

Suddenly, a low husky male voice came from above, startling An Ran so much that she almost dropped her phone.

”Awake? Did I wake you up?” An Ran thought she had laughed out loud.

”No,” Mu Xingfeng replied, his gaze falling on the phone in An Ran’s hand.

Caught red-handed peeking at someone’s things, despite all her prior mental preparation, An Ran’s face flushed red with embarrassment.

”Um... Brother Junyang just delivered it to you, I accidentally saw the screen saver was my photo, couldn’t help but open it up, you rest assured...”

”How about it, darling, aren’t you especially touched?”

Before An Ran finished her explanation, Mu Xingfeng countered.

Only then did she realize that the man didn’t look angry at all. Instead, there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

An Ran’s anxious heart was instantly soothed, noticing his lips slightly dry after just waking up, she put down the phone and went to pour him some water.

”Yes, touched, very touched. Thanks to my husband’s first-rate ’secret photography’ skills; otherwise, if I knew you were secretly photographing me then, I would surely think I encountered some mentally disturbed person.”

Pouring the water, An Ran gently helped Mu Xingfeng up, and directly brought the cup to his lips, letting him have a few sips from her hand.

Mu Xingfeng’s eyes are always smiling; though he wasn’t really incapable of caring for himself, he delighted in the meticulous care from his little wife.

”Darling, have you ever seen someone so devoted? The album on my phone has only ever contained one person from the start.”

It’s uncertain when it commenced, but Mu Xingfeng developed this habit of recording every move of his little wife without her realizing.

Perhaps it’s a type of curiosity, witnessing her so small and delicate, knowing she is already his woman, and even if he couldn’t immediately bind her to his side, he wanted to see her appearance in the quiet of the night.

He still remembers the photo from the awards ceremony, which he has looked at countless times on countless nights.

Seeing her on stage, so bright and confident, thinking of the moment before when she was twisting her hands out of nervousness, an intense protective urge erupted from within him.

By then, he already knew about her background, perhaps growing up in such an environment since childhood had made her so timid.

Looking into her vivid eyes, he internally believes she shouldn’t be like this, she should live confidently and freely, at any time, always as she was on stage, bright and full of confidence.