"Try this."
Ye Tianxin handed him a thermos cup.
"Here's some soup for your hangover."
Li Qingcang took the thermos cup with a slight smile, "It is not the same anymore with a wife. Now I can have hangover soup even if I get drunk."
Li Qingcang leaned his whole body against Ye Tianxin's body.
He could smell the fragrance on her body like an orchid, and he felt a sudden roar in his mind as if it was going to crack at any moment.
"Tianxin, don't move. I want to hold you."
Ye Tianxin was obedient. She stopped moving and let Li Qingcang hold her in his arms.
She also held him back tightly in her arms.
Deep down, she felt a sense of unrealistic feeling spreading all over her mind.
Indeed, this whole thing felt like a dream.
She had married a man whom she liked very much.
She was going to start a wonderful new life with this man.
Her whole life was going to be perfect because of this man.
