Ling Hua sighed sorrowfully, her pretense of drunkenness was of no use, first she lacked the courage to pull him into bed to share a pillow, and second, she couldn't discern any romantic interest from him towards her.
She ruffled her hair, still feeling the weight of her responsibilities and the long path ahead. The domestic life she desired, of being a wife and mother, seemed even more out of reach.
Yan Qing had already awakened in the room, ever since he married Ling Hua and they became husband and wife, his habits seemed to change easily at her behest, such as his tendency to go to bed late and wake up late. There was a time when he forcefully tried to change this habit, and for a while, he succeeded. But after arriving in Caojun, it did not work anymore, no matter whether he wanted to get up or not, he would wake up on time every day, even if he went back to sleep for a little longer, he would still wake up at the usual time.
He felt that Ling Hua was toxic.
