After glancing out the window again, An Jing finally stopped looking, sat back down on the heated kang, and drank the tea her husband had brewed for her.
Watching her husband still fussing with the tea, looking so elegant and leisurely, An Jing smiled and said, "We really have gotten old, getting more and more idle. We don't have anything to do now, just enjoying our blessings."
Su Changyi said mildly, "Some people don't even have the fate to enjoy this kind of blessing."
"That's why," An Jing immediately picked up with a grin, "we're very happy, and very lucky~"
"Mm."
Seeing that her husband didn't even smile, An Jing crawled over to him, burrowed into his arms, tilted up her small face and smiled with squinting eyes: "Husband, why are you still being so serious with me?"
