In no time, Wen Meimei came out after showering, wearing her cute pajamas, and walked into the study.
Qiao Chengxun straightened his back, looking up at his wife, "Why aren't you going to sleep?"
Wen Meimei walked up to him, about to speak, but noticed his face looked somewhat pale, seeming uncomfortable. Her heart tightened, and she reached out to hug his arm.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm just tired."
Qiao Chengxun pulled his wife onto his lap, leaning his head into the fragrant nook of her neck, inhaling the scent similar to Little Moliu's milky fragrance, which was very comforting.
Wen Meimei's neck itched from his actions, protesting, "It's so ticklish. If you're tired, hurry and take a bath. We don't know when Han Zhan will find me tomorrow."
"Okay." Qiao Chengxun picked up his wife, turned around, and walked into the master bedroom.
Wen Meimei raised her eyebrows, side-eyeing the man's flawless and handsome face, "It's just two steps. I can walk myself."
