Ruan Mengmeng was sitting on the sofa, hugging her knees.
Although the television screen was on, there was no sound.
The little woman's moist almond-shaped eyes were red as she stared at the television in a daze.
This was the scene that li junyu saw when he walked into the room.
Mr. Li paused, and the coldness in his sharp black eyes disappeared.
He walked over and silently picked up the woman who was lying on the sofa.
Li junyu sat down and placed ruan Mengmeng on his lap.
The woman was slightly stunned at first, and she wanted to struggle out of reflex.
However, when she realized that the arms that were holding her were unusually familiar, she was like a well-behaved and docile kitten. She hugged the man's thin waist and rested her small face on his hard chest.
"What's wrong? does your stomach hurt?" Li junyu gently caressed his wife's slightly thin back. His voice, which had been cold and stern just now, was now unbelievably gentle and low.
