That evening, Qiao Junnan returned home in high spirits, only to find Qianqian asleep on the sofa, clutching the remote control, feeling a pang of guilt.
He lifted his arm and sniffed it vigorously, making sure he didn't smell of anything particular, before he approached the sofa. "Qianqian, don't sleep here, go back to your room to sleep."
Shen Hanqian slowly opened her eyes and quickly stood up when she saw him. "You're back? Do you want some supper? I made dumplings tonight, and I can cook them now that you're back!"
"No need, I haven't had much of an appetite these days," Qiao Junnan waved his hand, though in reality, he and Xiaoxie had gone out for seafood and he was quite full.
"Then I'll go run a bath for you!" Shen Hanqian was especially considerate of him because she couldn't be intimate with him as a wife should, so she felt she had to make it up to him in other aspects of life.
