When Hu Yiming woke up again, the sun had already set.
Zhao Meilan was finally relieved to see that her husband was okay.
However, she remembered the scene of how he looked at her coldly just a few hours ago, and that made her a little uncomfortable, but she quickly dismissed the thought.
Despite the fact that they had only been married for a short time, she had lived a happy time that she would remember for the rest of her life.
"Meilan, my head hurts." Hu Yiming's childish expression was something that Zhao Meilan was familiar with. "Can you pat my head?"
The man then reached his head out and acted childishly like he always did.
Zhao Meilan was stunned for a second, but she quickly remembered that Zhao Chuchu had mentioned that Hu Yiming would occasionally revert to his childish self and didn't think much about it.
"Please?" Hu Yiming pleaded.
"Alright."
Zhao Meilan smiled and patted the man's head.
