Zhuo Junyue nodded, hugging her even tighter, "Wife, don't worry, I'll be fine."
Su Ningyan didn't say anything, just hugging him, not wanting to let go.
In this world, no one understood her better or loved her more than Zhuo Junyue did.
By his side, she often feels like the happiest woman in the world.
After a long while, Zhuo Junyue kissed her forehead, "Wife, we haven't bathed yet, shall we go take a bath?"
"I don't want to, I want you to hold me."
Zhuo Junyue looked at her behaving like a child, however, he actually quite liked it when she acted spoilt around him.
Her voice was soft and sweet, making anyone who heard it feel weak in the knees.
Zhuo Junyue had a deep impression of her voice.
When she first arrived at the halfway manor, her voice was soft and crisp, tinged with a hint of timidness.
That time, she used to call him Uncle, and Zhuo Junyue nearly coughed up blood out of frustration.
