Someone took a small spoon and sat by the table eating.
"Ruyu, how about spending Christmas together this year?"
As she silently scooped the sweet soup, she lifted her head and looked at him with mild surprise.
He seemed to have suddenly changed; before, he never invited her. Neither before nor after their marriage. They hadn't even gone to see a movie together.
She didn't know where this change came from, but Zhuang Ruyu remembered the old man's slip of the tongue and said, "You make the arrangements. You're busy with work, unlike me."
This was perhaps the considerate side of her as a wife. But he would rather she acted coy and willful towards him. He thought that was how a normal woman would show her love for a man.
It was like pouring a pot of cold water over a finally boiling pot. He smiled bitterly to himself and said, "Alright, I'll make the arrangements."
