[ If one didn't know better, they might think that he derives some cruel pleasure out of embarrassing her like this. She strives to be the model wife, proper and supportive, but he's not interested in society's idea of what a woman is supposed to act like. He's interested in her. Her gentle soul, her selfless dedication, her quiet inner strength... her beauty certainly doesn't hurt her case either, of course.

He takes her token protest for what it is, encouraged by the light touch of delicate fingers over toned muscle and soft skin. Rarely does she state her desires outright, but sometimes, even he can decipher them from the cues in her body language,

Maybe he can afford to be a little presumptuous after all. ]

They took good care of me... and I'm feeling better. They really seem like they want to help.

[ The corners of his lips turn upward slightly more, and as if his intentions weren't already fairly obvious, he lets the hand on her shoulder fall along her side until it reaches her hip. The other hand follows suit, and he tugs her a little closer until her body is pressed against his. ]

I trust you, Daqiao. And I wouldn't mind if you felt like undressing now that I'm here.