Chen Shuning put down the snacks in her hand, glanced at the so-called picture book that He Chaoyang mentioned, and did not correct He Chaoyang's way of calling it. Instead, she looked at the picture and picked up the remote control to start operating it.
As the high-fidelity audio equipment began to play, Chen Shuning quickly pulled the stunned He Chaoyang to sit on the sofa and handed him the pineapple juice on the coffee table.
"Brother He, try this pineapple juice. I added a pear; what do you think of the taste?"
He Chaoyang's attention was focused on the brightly colored screen. Without turning his head, he reached out and took the juice his wife handed him and took a sip.
The sweet and sour taste was quite nice, but my attention was immediately drawn back to the images on the screen.
The film was directed by a famous director in later years, and it featured a star-studded cast, with particularly magnificent war scenes.
Despite its small size, Chen Shuning's cinema was equipped with a variety of world-class equipment, making the two viewers feel as if they were actually there, which thrilled He Chaoyang.
After watching the movie, He Chaoyang showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, he became even more energetic. He was about to ask his wife if they could watch another one when...
But when she turned her head, she met Chen Shuning's eyes, which were almost closed, so she quickly swallowed back the question she was about to ask.
He changed his tune and said, "It's already very late, let's hurry up and pack up and go out to sleep. We still have to go up the mountain to collect firewood tomorrow."
Although Chen Shuning was extremely sleepy, she could still see He Chaoyang's excitement, so she smiled and said, "If you're not sleepy, you can watch for a while longer. I'll go out and sleep first."
As Chen Shuning spoke, he picked up the remote control, intending to teach He Chaoyang how to operate the movie selection and playback, but He Chaoyang refused.
He smiled and shook his head, saying, "I won't watch it anymore. I'll come back tomorrow when I have time. You sit there and wait for me for a while. We'll pack up and go out together."
As He Chaoyang spoke, he reached out and took the remote control from Chen Shuning and placed it in the box on the coffee table.
She quickly tidied up the somewhat messy coffee table, picked up the trash, and looked at Chen Shuning, asking, "What should we do with this?"
Chen Shuning was really sleepy at this moment, so he pointed towards the stairs with little energy and said, "There's a trash can in the kitchen on the right after you go downstairs. Just throw it there."
Seeing his wife's sleepy little head nodding, He Chaoyang was really anxious. He thought that taking out the trash and going upstairs to go out with his wife would take up too much time, so he hung the trash bag on his wrist, then reached out and picked up his wife and went downstairs.
Having grown accustomed to He Chaoyang's embrace, Chen Shuning readily hugged He Chaoyang's neck, rested her head on He Chaoyang's shoulder, and drifted off to sleep.
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