Late at night, the ink Garden was filled with warmth.
Shen chengjing looked at mo Yancheng, who was sound asleep. She held up her small hands and took her phone. She laid down beside him and started to take pictures of his face.
"Ah," he said. Her phone was snatched away by him.
The man hooked his arm around her and held her in his arms.
"Cheng, do you want your husband to help you sleep?"
"No, no, I'm sleepy." As she listened, she buried her face in her arms and lay down, not daring to say another word.
He said that it was difficult for her to sleep well. Usually, she would not be able to get out of bed for three days, and her back would be sore and her legs would cramp. It was terrifying just thinking about it.
Shen chengjing was so frightened that she fell asleep very quickly. The next morning, she vaguely saw mo Yancheng get up to take a shower and change into a formal suit. He looked like he was about to leave the house.
