Madam Rong left after finishing dinner.
Qin Ye washed the dishes.
Since he didn't have much time to spend at home with his wife, he cherished these moments dearly.
As soon as he finished the dishes, he took a shower.
"Honey, let's go to bed early tonight."
Rong Yan: ...
She lifted her wrist to check the time on her watch, "Sleep? It's only half-past seven!" Sleep my ass!
"It's not early," Qin Ye said with a very calm expression, but his eyes were exceptionally fiery.
Rong Yan: ...
From his gaze, she understood exactly what was on his mind.
On such a hot evening, they'd stick to each other and probably roast to death.
But, seeing his eyes filled with anticipation... the words of rebuttal she had were suddenly hard to say.
Just as they were about to stand up and head back to their room, there was a knock at the door.
Qin Ye: ...?
Disappointment was visibly etched on his face.
Seeing this expression on him, the corners of Rong Yan's mouth slightly curved up.
