Zhou Shuren fell silent, "....a life-saving favor."
Zhulan, "....."
She was growing resistant to this talk of life-saving favors. It seemed never-ending. Now, it was being used as leverage again.
When Zhou Shuren heard what Yao Zheyu had said, he was pretty speechless too. He almost spilled his tea, but indeed, it was the best rationale and wouldn't raise any suspicions.
Zhulan rubbed her forehead, "Let's sleep."
Zhou Shuren casually wrapped his arms around his wife. It was indeed more comfortable to sleep while holding her. What a pity that, not long after, Zhulan slapped his hand away.
Zhulan pulled at the quilt, "I still need to hold my son. It's uncomfortable for me when you hold me."
Through the darkness, Zhou Shuren looked longingly at his young son sleeping inside. When would this boy grow up and sleep on his own? It had been a long while since he had held his wife in sleep. Zhou Shuren pondered for a moment, "The child can sleep by himself, too."
