Xiaoxiao, who had been tormented by Yang Ming all night, really slept at home all day; whether she went out or stayed in, she was met with laughter. It seemed best for her to opt for being an ostrich for now.
When Yang Ming returned from the lowlands, he saw his wife lying there, sleeping peacefully. He approached, sat on the edge of the Kang bed, and looked at his wife as if he could never get enough of her, his eyes filled with indulgent affection.
He used his hand to gently brush aside the hair scattered on his wife's face, corners of his mouth carrying a sweet, sticky smile, finally holding his wife in his arms.
Awoken by Yang Ming's action, Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and saw her penny-pinching husband gazing at her, "Husband, you're back."
"Mhm."
"Why so late?" They had agreed he would be back shortly, yet it was almost dark already.
"Went to the lowlands," Yang Ming replied.
"Husband, are you tired?"
"Not tired."
