Manman's graceful fingers tapped on her husband's furrowed forehead, "Cut the sweet talk, you can't fool me."
Jiang Yan, utterly dejected, flopped onto the bed, pretending to be dead.
At night, lights out, Comrade Jiang Yan felt an itch in his heart, and from time to time, he covertly glanced at his wife lying beside him. Knowing that her older brother had her back, her husband didn't dare to launch a sneak attack, and she slept sweetly next to him.
Ah~
Sighing, he turned to his side, back facing his wife, intending to calm the restlessness in his lower abdomen. Suddenly, his wife's head came close, pressing tightly against his back. He stiffened all over, his mouth twitching bitterly: Manman?
The little wife Manman made no sound, or rather, there were sounds, but she wasn't talking to him.
So, out of vigilance, he immediately flipped over to face his wife.
