With Sang Tianen's comfort, Yan Zheng's mood finally stabilized, but he still looked very depressed.

Sang Tianen was really worried about him being home alone, so he took the initiative to stay. Yan Zheng didn't say anything. He lay silently on the sofa, covering his eyes with his arms, and didn't move.

Sang Tianen rolled up his sleeves, took the kettle to the kitchen, filled it with tap water, and plugged it in. When the indicator light turned red, he walked over to the sofa, gently patted Yan Zheng's arm, and whispered, "Take a shower before going to bed."

Yan Zheng moved his arm away, looked at her straight in his dark eyes and said, "Can you wait for me at the bathroom door?"

Sang Tianen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Wouldn't it make you feel safer if I stood inside?"

Yan Zheng's expression changed slightly, not sure if it was because of anger or shyness. He glanced at Sang Tianen, sat up from the sofa, put on his slippers, and walked to the second bedroom without saying a word.

Sang Tianen's expression paused and she scratched her head in frustration. She didn't really want to take advantage of Yan Zheng just now. She just wanted to make him feel better. Even if he got angry and scolded her, it would be fine. At least it could divert his attention. Who would have thought that the other party would react like this and pinch her before the usual morning.

Yan Zheng quickly came out with the clothes. Sang Tianen took two steps forward and said awkwardly, "Do you still want to stand? I'll be watching over you outside. If flies come, I'll swat them. If mosquitoes come, I'll swat them."

Yan Zheng turned around and glanced at her indifferently: "The one I should be most wary of is you." After saying that, he walked into the bathroom with his clothes without looking back and closed the door.

"You are an old married couple, you are just taking a shower, why are you so shy?" Sang Tianen shouted unwillingly, thinking that this guy was really something and he couldn't bear to talk to him.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Sang Tianen leaned against the snow-white wall with his arms folded, bored, and looked up at the ceiling.

I don’t know how long it was before the bathroom door opened. Yan Zheng came out wiping his wet hair. When he saw Sang Tianen leaning against the wall, he was stunned.

He just casually asked her to wait outside the bathroom, but he didn't expect her to really stand outside the door obediently. How could this man be so stupid?

Yan Zheng's eyes began to feel hot. God finally compensated him. After all the things he had experienced, he was able to meet such a girlfriend who loved him. What was there for him to feel sorry for himself?

Seeing Yan Zheng wiping his eyes again, Sang Tianen hurried forward and asked, "Why are you crying again?"

"I'm sorry." Yan Zheng took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress his fluctuating emotions. "I just got blinded by something just now. I wasn't crying."

Sang Tianen didn't expose his lie. He took a towel and wiped his hair, mumbling, "Look at your eyes, they're so swollen you can't even look at them. You can't cry anymore, okay?"

Yan Zheng stretched out his hand to hug her, but Sang Tianen dodged it. She frowned and said, "I haven't showered yet. I'm all sweaty. I'll let you hold me after I shower."

As soon as she finished speaking, she covered Yan Zheng's head with a towel and walked towards the second bedroom while muttering to herself: "Thank goodness I had the foresight to leave some clothes at your house, otherwise I would have nothing to wear today."

Yan Zheng pursed his lips and said nothing. He walked into the living room, took out the makeup mirror from his bag, looked in his eyes, and found that his eyelids were indeed very swollen.

After thinking about it, he ran to the refrigerator, opened the freezer, took out a popsicle, wrapped it in the towel he used to wipe his hair, and pressed it against his eyes.

When Sang Tianen came out, he saw this scene: Yan Zheng was lying flat on the sofa in blue bunny pajamas, with a pink towel covering his eyes and his hands clasped on his abdomen.

"What's that posture?" Sang Tianen walked forward and patted Yan Zheng's leg with a smile, "It's scary!"

Yan Zheng pulled the towel slightly, revealing one eye, and said in a faint voice, "I'm applying an eye compress."

"Let me take a look." Sang Tianen lowered his head to look at his eyes and found that they were much better than before. He said casually, "Your eyes now are just like the rabbits on your body. All the tears I have shed since I was a child combined are not as many as you have shed today."

Yan Zheng was a little unhappy in his heart: "I'm in a bad mood, can't I cry?"

"I didn't say you can't cry. Crying appropriately can help you vent your emotions, but crying too much will harm your body." Sang Tianen quickly explained.

"Don't you like men crying? I've been like this since I was a child. I will cry if I encounter something unhappy. There's nothing I can do if you dislike it." Yan Zheng curled his lips.

Sang Tianen was amused by his words and raised an eyebrow. "Can I interpret this as you relying on me?"

The word "骗" made Yan Zheng's eyes flash with displeasure. Without thinking, he raised his foot and kicked Sang Tianen on the back. He didn't use much force, he just wanted to make the other party pay attention to his wording.

Sang Tianen screamed in dissatisfaction after being kicked by him, and shouted: "Why are you so barbaric? You either pinch me or kick me. I'm your wife, can't you be nicer to me?"

Yan Zheng thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. He reached out to pull her, feeling guilty. Sang Tianen dodged his hand and said in feigned anger, "A beating with a stick, followed by a sweet date. This trick is quite clever."

Yan Zheng sat up, ignoring Sang Tianen's refusal, and hugged her from behind, saying softly, "I was wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"

Sang Tianen turned his head slightly and asked him, "Will you hit me again in the future?"

"No more fighting." Yan Zheng blinked, then added, "As long as you don't make any mistakes, I won't fight."

Sang Tianen groaned, turned around and started to tickle him. Yan Zheng immediately couldn't stand it and burst into laughter, begging for mercy while laughing: "Stop tickling, it's itchy, hahahaha, I was wrong, hahahaha."

"I think you're just looking for trouble." Sang Tianen pressed his hand on his head, panting slightly, "If you don't punish me for three days, I'll tear the roof off the house. This sentence deeply describes your current behavior."

Yan Zheng's chest was also heaving, with a lingering smile on his face. He looked straight at Sang Tianen, suddenly stretched his neck upwards, and kissed her cheek.

"It's useless to use your beauty to trick me. If you make a mistake, you must accept the punishment!" Sang Tianen didn't fall for his trick at all and started tickling him again.

The two of them made a lot of noise before they fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, Yan Zheng had a nightmare. His limbs kept twitching as if he was trying to break free from some restraints, and he made indistinct sounds from his mouth.