He's henpecked! 

When Lennon returned to the Johns Garden, Nelly was sitting in the pavilion of the garden in a daze.

She was so engrossed that she didn't even know that he was approaching her.

He quietly held her from behind, which startled her.

When she saw him, she breathed a sigh of relief. "When did you come back?"

"I looked for you just now. It turns out that you are here. What are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in it?"

Nelly pulled his hand, trying to let go of her arm, but he didn't seem to intend to let go of her.

She said, "There are still many people behind. Let go of me first."

"We are legal. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid. I just feel that... I'm not used to it."

"Then get used to it," he said, his lips whispering in her ear. "You haven't answered my question yet. What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about something at the Bar Bridge."

"What, that document didn't solve your doubts?"