Shen Xiaoxiao turned her head in surprise. Yan Kuan had really woken up.
She looked at him blankly, her eyes filled with tears.
Was this a dream? Had he really woken up?
His eyes were still dark, shiny, and inexplicable. The bruise on the bottom of his eyes looked so pleasing to the eye at that moment.
It was not a dream. It was really not a dream. He had really woken up.
"You, you, are you really awake?"
Shen Xiaoxiao seemed to be in disbelief as she reached out and pinched his arm.
"You really want to murder your husband."
Yan Kuan looked at this person who did not pinch herself but pinched him instead. Her eyes were red like a rabbit's as she looked at him pitifully.
His heart softened like a pool of spring water, soft and endless...
"It hurts!" Yan Kuan cooperated with her and cried out in pain.
