"So bored..."
For the N+1th time, Ye Wan reached out to poke Lu Changchuan's chest muscles, her eyes filled with melancholy, "I really did say that we wouldn't go anywhere during the New Year and I'd stay with you. But you, but you… can't take it this far, right?"
Since they returned home on New Year's Eve, they hadn't left the house.
For meals, Lu Changchuan cooked.
For drinks, Lu Changchuan poured.
She hadn't even gotten out of bed.
"I used to think being Madam Lu would be a pretty tough job. After all, you have to carry a face worth showing, and you need to know astronomy above and geography below, have a bit of knowledge about real estate and the global economy..."
Ye Wan looked mischievous, "I didn't expect the ninth master to have such low standards for his wife."
As long as she could handle him in bed, that was enough.
"It's not that my standards are low."
