My Wife Is Really Thoughtful

The night was hazy and quiet.

Afraid that talking in the living room would wake the sleeping Lin Jiayu, Yu Gangan led Fang Zhihan into her bedroom.

Yu Gangan's room was quite big and Lin Jiayu decorated it with dreamy accessories. Everything was pink-based and there was even an over one-meter high Hello Kitty on the bed.

It was extremely girly.

As soon as Fang Zhihan entered, he sat on the bed and leaned back on the Hello Kitty.

The light in the room was set to the lowest. As the dim yellow light fell on the handsome man that was lying on the woman's bed, the atmosphere in the bedroom felt slightly ambiguous.

Yu Gangan was a little uncomfortable. "Y-Y-You...Why are you lying down? Sit up and talk," she stuttered.

Fang Zhihan did not move. He continued to lie on the bed and asked lazily, "Why aren't you sleeping so late at night? Are you bothered by something?"