He was her husband, but she rarely stole kisses from him—this was probably the second time. With the lamp turned off, she lifted the quilt and lay down beside him. In the quiet of the night, the bed felt warm. Thinking that it wasn't just the two of them lying there now, she giggled to herself and covered her face with the blanket.
Feeling the figure beside him sneak under the covers like a thief, Yao Ke sighed helplessly in his heart, opened his eyes in the dark, and reached out to pull her out from under the blanket: "Don't you know it's bad to sleep with your head covered?"
"I, I know—" The girl obediently revealed her head from under the blanket.
This girl, why can't she be a little more obedient? Knowing he had been drinking and was energetic, it was hard for him to control himself.
"Did you just steal a kiss from me?" He asked, rubbing his lips where she had just stolen a kiss.
"You, you were awake?"
