Zhou Dayuan came forward and stretched his hand to envelop her in his embrace. "Didn't I ask you not to get out of bed? How come you didn't listen to me?"
"I am helping you match your clothes…"
Zhou Dayuan picked her up and placed her gently back onto the bed. He pulled the blanket over and covered her small body. He touched her small face lovingly. "You don't have to match my clothes, as long as in the future…you don't scare me."
Jian Han lightly drooped her long, fan-like lashes and protested weakly. "Where did I?"
Zhou Dayuan let out a sigh and said, "Where did you do so? You know it clearly inside your heart."
He stood up and went to put on his clothes.
A while later, the man was dressed, and he returned back to the side of the bed. He bent over. "Wifey, give me a kiss."
"Oh." Jian Han nodded her head obediently, brought her supple red lips forward, and kissed his cheek. "Hubby, I am wishing you a smooth journey."
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