In the cave abode, in the room.
Song Huaying lay flat on the bed, her exquisite face flushed red.
She was exhausted.
She did not want to see Chen An again for the next two days.
"Good Ying'er, is the 'Yin flourishes and Yang declines', or 'Yang flourishes and Yin declines' at home?"
Chen An stroked the slightly messy hair on Song Huaying's forehead and joked with a smile.
Song Huaying pouted her red lips slightly and raised her slender hand to hit Chen An. Her voice was filled with grievance as she said, "Husband, you're too much. I've been busy with you every day. Just because I said something wrong, you're tormenting me like this!"
"How did I torture you? I clearly doted on you just now, okay?"
"I don't care. You're bullying me. I won't serve you tomorrow night. Go find Yue'er!"
