Looking at the other person's serious expression, Le Yao suddenly didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only pat the other person on the shoulder and say, "Yes, you did it. So, great job! Thumbs up!"

Nangong Jue's lips twitched. Why was he speaking to her like he was coaxing a child? But no matter what, he had already coaxed this woman into the room, then into bed, and then into his child's mother.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

Le Yao's heart skipped a beat. Although she was a modern, progressive young woman, she had lived two lives. She had a few male friends, but she had never been in a relationship. And now, she was about to be involved in an "18+" scene. It was impossible not to be nervous.

However, Nangong Jue didn't give her time to be nervous. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately until she was dizzy and disoriented. Then, she was dazed and confused and led to the bed. And then...

Before she fell into a deep sleep, Le Yao had only one thought in her mind: in both her past and present lives, she had officially bid farewell to her teenage years.

After Le Yao fell into a deep sleep, Nangong Jue busied himself with cleaning. He then changed the bed sheets stained with plum blossoms before finally holding his wife and closing his eyes.

Le Yao was actually woken up by the heat, but when she opened her eyes she met Nangong Jue's gaze, and she was slightly stunned.

"Good morning, my wife." Nangong Jue kissed Le Yao's lips, and it felt so good.

Le Yao's mind finally started working, and she remembered last night... Her face flushed red: "Um, you..." She didn't dare to move, because the two of them were being especially intimate under the covers. "Good morning, husband."

Nangong Jue suddenly smiled, pulled the person into his arms tightly, and wiped away a tear that slid down his cheek: "Alan, thank you, I finally have a home."

Le Yao's nose suddenly felt sore, and she reached out to pat his back: "Yes, from now on, wherever I am will be your home."

Nangong Jue could no longer suppress the urge to meld this woman into his very bones. However, at that moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by Aunt Bai's voice: "Young Master, Young Madam, are you awake?"

Le Yao quickly nudged Nangong Jue: "Something might have happened."

Aunt Bai was the kind of person who wished she and Nangong Jue could stay in bed together every day and have a baby in a single day. Unless something came up, she would never come to bother them.

Nangong Jue naturally understood this principle, but he was very reluctant to part with her: "I finally understand the saying 'The emperor will no longer hold court in the morning.' It really means that I would give up everything to stay by your side."

"Alright, we'll meet again sometime."

Nangong Jue laughed, kissed her hard, then got up and went to open the door: "Aunt Bai, what is it?"

"Young master, I had no choice but to bother you." Aunt Bai sighed. "Madam has arrived."

Nangong Jue frowned slightly: "Where is he?"

"She was originally blocking the gate, but then... the property management had to call me, and I had someone bring her in, right there..."

"A-Jue," He Rong's voice came through, "I'm your mother, how can you ignore me?"

Nangong Jue felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

Le Yao had already dressed and came out. She reached out and took Nangong Jue's hand: "Go wash up and change your clothes first. I'm going downstairs to see my mother-in-law."