After Henry Sullivan left, Ivy Miller sat up in bed, feeling annoyed and smacking the bed.
What does it feel like to have a husband who doesn't understand romance?
There certainly won't be a correct answer in textbooks; just look at her.
She got up, fortunately having bought a lot of snacks yesterday, otherwise her stomach would be pitiful.
She got out of bed, brought the snacks onto the bed, opened a bag of chips, and started browsing on her phone while eating.
Maybe it was because she was in a bad mood today, but no one even inquired about products in the store.
She opened Weibo and started scrolling, downed a few bags of snacks, and nearly finished browsing Weibo.
Just as she lay down to rest, the door outside the living room opened.
Ivy Miller was startled, quickly stuffed the snacks to the side, and lay down pretending to sleep.
But the rustling of the bags was too loud to hide.
