An Nuonuo patted Jiang Xu's leg, and then she finally had the chance to speak.
Her crystal-clear eyes held a faint mist.
She looked so pitiable that it stirred something within Jiang Xu.
The urge to tease her mercilessly welled up inside him uncontrollably.
"Speak," Jiang Xu encouraged.
An Nuonuo pursed her lips, "Like, I like my husband's..."
As she said this, An Nuonuo subconsciously closed her eyes.
"Sorry," Jiang Xu awkwardly pulled out a few tissues to wipe An Nuonuo's face.
An Nuonuo covered her head with the blanket.
Wuwuwu, how embarrassing, just let me stay under the covers forever.
The next day when An Nuonuo woke up, Jiang Xu was already not in bed.
She breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Just thinking about what happened last night made her cheeks feel hot.
Wuwuwu, I've turned into a bad girl.
It took her a long time to dawdle before finally making it to the living room.
Jiang Xu smiled at her, "Time to eat."
