Zhuo Junyue looked at her angry little face, all red, and he only found it adorable.
His lips curved up slightly, and he pulled her into his arms, "Wife, don't look at me like that. You're so cute right now, I want you again!"
"…"
Ningyan decisively shut her mouth, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
After a while, Zhuo Junyue stroked her hair, "Wife, are you really tired?"
Ningyan nodded a bit aggrievedly, snuggling into his chest, "Tired... my waist is about to break. You... you make me pose this way and that way. Try it yourself and see if it's tiring?"
Lord Zhuo thought about it seriously and then concluded, "Wife, I got it. Next time, I'll let you be on top."
Oh my God! Ningyan rolled her eyes again.
Forget it, the more she spoke, the more mistakes she'd make.
If she kept talking, perhaps she'd be the one to turn into a beast.
Not long after, Zhuo Junyue heard her steady breathing and knew she had fallen asleep.
