So, she squatted down in a timely manner to help him take off his shoes.
Then she lifted his feet, attended to him as he settled down for sleep, and when he lay down, she naturally pulled up the covers over him, tugging at the corner of her mouth with a heartache, and softly said, "Young Master, you rest well, and if you need anything, just call me. I'll be sleeping on the soft couch outside."
"Why not sleep together?" That question came so naturally.
"Huh?" What did he mean by that?
"Aren't you my wife?"
"..." Yes, she was the wife.
"As the wife, shouldn't we sleep together?"
"..."
Qu Tan'er slowly lowered her head, her eyelids drooped, her small hand gently stirred in front of the bed, like a child who had been wronged. She didn't want to, but she didn't dare. She feared that she might be too presumptuous, that he might get unhappy, afraid that the him now, might dislike her, might not want to see her.
