Zhang Guoqing escorted his mother back to the main house. After watching her go inside, he returned to the west wing, fetched some water to wash his face and freshen up. He used a warm towel to wipe Jiao Jiao's face and hands.
After tending to his wife's postpartum meal, Zhang Guoqing didn't even bother to put out the lamp before lying down with her, "Jiao Jiao, do you want to sleep?"
"I don't want to sleep, I napped a bit during the day."
"Then, let me tell you about some things. You mustn't rush; I've already set a trap, just waiting for someone to walk into it tomorrow."
"Alright, go ahead, it's probably about those issues with the Zhou Family, right?" Zhou Jiao touched his face, lying on his chest.
"Don't make trouble, just seeing but not tasting is torture, I might punish you." Zhang Guoqing teased her by nibbling on her ear.
Zhou Jiao playfully punched him a few times, "Just say it, try to keep it brief. I also want to discuss schooling with you."
