"Hmm!"
He was really quite tired and fell asleep in a chair.
When Yang Chuxia came in again, she saw him leaning in the chair and sighed.
She wanted to wake him up, but seeing how soundly he slept, she couldn't bear to. Thinking it over, she reached her hand under Ye Zi'an's neck, and just as her other hand was about to reach under his legs, Ye Zi'an caught her urgently.
"What are you doing?" Ye Zi'an's face was a bit red as he looked at Yang Chuxia's posture, somewhat incredulously. "You don't mean to carry me, do you?"
"What's wrong with that?"
Ye Zi'an was speechless. Of course there's something wrong, how embarrassing for a grown man to be carried by a woman.
Even if it's his own wife carrying him, it's really shameful, isn't it?
Yang Chuxia also realized this, touched her nose, and smiled.
"The water for washing up is ready."
"I'll go then."
Feeling somewhat as if he were fleeing, Yang Chuxia noticed his ears were slightly red, and she secretly smiled.
