Ye Huang was angry, "Wife, why won't you come over?"
"I'm busy, can't you see I'm packing?" Bai Xiao said. During Christmas, Ye Huang gave her many recording toys, and she couldn't bear to leave any behind, so she planned to bring them all home.
But there were too many, making it a bit hard to carry.
"You don't love me anymore," Ye Huang accused loudly.
Bai Xiao's lips twitched as she looked at the proud drunken man sprawled on the bed. His pajamas were loose, revealing half a shoulder and a broad, strong chest.
Bai Xiao's heart fluttered, she had to admit, a slightly drunk handsome man was the most alluring.
She put down the things in her hands, walked over, and lay down beside him, "Here I am, I love you."
"Hmm." Ye Huang hugged her contentedly, one leg naturally draping over Bai Xiao's thigh, "I know you love me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have risked your life to look for me time and again."
