More than ten minutes later, Ningyan came out of the bathroom.
Zhuo Junyue saw her come out and immediately stubbed out his cigarette.
He hadn't smoked for a long time, but before he met Su Ningyan, he smoked heavily.
During the five years when Su Ningyan was missing, he smoked even more.
Later, when An An got sick, Ningyan got injured, and then Ningyan got pregnant.
This smoking habit naturally faded away.
Actually, it was nothing, he just didn't want the little one to inhale secondhand smoke.
Zhuo Junyue glanced at her, seeing her in a purple silk nightgown, with that low neckline.
He coughed lightly, "You sleep first, I'll go take a shower."
After saying this, he dashed into the bathroom as if escaping.
Ningyan watched him, raising an eyebrow slightly and smiling gently at the corners of her mouth.
Even though he didn't say it, she knew what was going on in his mind.
In the bathroom, poor Lord Zhuo could only take a cold shower.
