After a busy day, the two of them finally had time to chat.
"Ah Heng, you must be tired. I'll wipe your face and you can sleep."
"I'm not tired. I'll wipe it myself." Chu Heng squeezed her hand with heartache.
Ye Muyu smiled. "I didn't have to entertain the guest alone like you. I had Mother to share the burden. Sit down. I'll wipe it for you."
After Ye Muyu finished speaking, she reached out and pressed his shoulder to stop him from moving.
Seeing this, Chu Heng no longer resisted and obediently listened.
"By the way, do you think there's anything wrong with Luo Dahai today?" Ye Muyu asked softly.
Her gaze fell on him casually. She could vaguely smell a fragrance, but she did not know what it was.
"He invited me to his house." Chu Heng smiled faintly.
