There was a blanket on Su Yue's body. Ming Ansheng looked her up and down.
'It hurts…'
He suddenly recalled Su Yue's reaction earlier.
Does it hurt? It wasn't her first time. Why would it hurt?
"I'm really tired." Su Yue suddenly waved him off and rolled over, with her back-facing Ming Ansheng.
Ming Ansheng's train of thought was disrupted. He looked at her small frame before him. He finally had her again.
The bitterness in his heart disappeared instantly.
She loved him and she was his again. What more did he want?
He smiled, bent over, and whispered in her ear, "Big darling, I'll carry you over."
"Uncle Ming, I don't want to move." Su Yue shook her head and waved her hand.
She was really dead beat.
"You didn't move at all," Ming Ansheng couldn't help but complain.
He was the one doing all the work from start to end!
