"My spouse." Danheng's mouth curves into a slight smile, his left hand caressing your cheek. He can feel you stiffen.

He knows you didn't want to be married with him in the first place. He lets go of your cheek, feeling quite hurt. He does well to hide it. "It's night. What are you doing up so late?" You make him act and feel this way.

"I understand you don't want to sleep in our shared quarters, but I don't like it when you stay up so late. You've been doing this more often. It's bad for your health." He frowns.