I'll clean it up tomorrow.

I wonder what He Runqing dreamed about.

Anyway, her face was flushed, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

Chen Yifei patted him lightly or heavily.

When the pressure lessened, she clung to him, humming a protest of discontent.

If it's too heavy,

It will struggle again.

He's really unlucky, having to help look after things all night. But he doesn't mind at all, and seems to be getting more and more energetic.

Why do couples talk about these things?

Previously, He Runqing had been taking care of things.

Chen Yifei woke up before her the next morning. After the effects of the alcohol wore off, he couldn't fall back asleep.

I'm so glad.

Looking at He Runqing's sleeping face, and even counting the two or three small moles on her face.

So cute, I kissed it over and over again.

As the light streamed in through the window, He Runqing pouted in dissatisfaction. (○｀ 3′○)

Then he frowned.

Reluctantly opening his eyes, he said, "I'm so sleepy, Chen Yifei, I want to sleep..."

"Lazy pig!"

Chen Yifei pinched her little earlobe, then rubbed her face until it was round and soft to the touch.

Then, without any hesitation, he kissed her forehead: "If you don't want to get up, I'll let you sleep a little longer."

He Runqing hugged his arm and acted coquettishly.

He clung to me like glue: "Whose husband are you?"

"I'm so lucky to be your wife."

He asked helplessly, "Whose family do you think I belong to?"

She chuckled and whispered in his ear, whether it was a prank or a pre-planned mischievous joke: "Then... it definitely isn't mine."

Then she deliberately bit Chen Yifei's lip.

"Not yours? If you're so close, my wife will misunderstand." Chen Yifei pretended to push the person away.

This little girl likes to play like this?