Zhao Mengmeng hadn't expected that her casual "performance" would elicit such a shocked and flattered reaction from him.
Could it be that she was usually too fierce?
She couldn't help but touch her chin, thinking this wasn't good either. She needed to be a little more gentle and virtuous to make Kus feel she was worth his love.
"Of course," Zhao Mengmeng bragged with a nod, unabashedly acknowledging it.
"Go take a bath, your body is all sticky." And the bedding too—it's a good thing there's a new set in the wardrobe.
"Okay, I'll carry my wife to bathe," Pei Chenyang took the initiative and was very conscientious.
Although he hadn't fully had his fill, he was quite satisfied.
Now, he was more than happy to show off a bit.
Zhao Mengmeng enjoyed being held in a princess carry by him; the feeling was very comfortable, and when Kus called her his wife, her heart felt sweet.
With her arms wrapped around Kus's neck, Zhao Mengmeng buried her head in his chest.
