"Wife, you're awake!" He came over and naturally picked up the clean clothes prepared at the bedhead to dress her.
Su Qingyue watched him servingly help her into her clothes with a smile, his pair of pitch-black shining eyes filled with indulgence, warming her heart involuntarily.
Although it was the most ordinary thing, it was touchingly warm.
Her body was sore from his actions before, but all her complaints melted in his tenderness.
"How did we get to town just after I woke up?" she questioned with a hint of suspicion.
He planted a kiss on her fair and beautiful cheek, "Dear, you've forgotten. This morning, I asked if you wanted to go to town. You agreed but were too tired to get out of bed, so I had to dress you and carry you into the carriage. When we arrived in town, I carried you into the room, and you were still sleeping like a log..."
