Before Zhou Qing had even finished his after-sex cigarette, Liu Yaqing snatched the stub from his hand and said irritably, "Now that we have a baby at home, even your brother has stopped smoking at home, and here you are smoking?"
"Did you forget that it's your own doing?"
"Do you really want our child to get lung cancer early on?"
Zhou Qing immediately fell silent, giving her an awkward look, and Liu Yaqing didn't speak either.
He really had forgotten that.
Because it had been really comforting just now, he had unconsciously lit up a cigarette, everything had already become a habit.
After they had had their fun, they both started bustling around in the kitchen.
Zhou Qing was in charge of chopping, while Liu Yaqing took care of stirring the pot.
A whole table of dishes was ready in less than an hour.
The joy of love, there's nothing quite like it.
