Fu Chi thought that cohabiting with Chuzheng would require some time to adjust.
But he realized it didn't.
Having another person around didn't have much of an impact on him.
When he was with her, there was a sense of familiarity that seemed to seep from his very bones.
If Fu Chi wasn't certain that his memory was intact, he would have suspected that he might have lost it at some point.
Chuzheng was mostly quiet.
Either lying on the sofa watching TV.
Or staying in her room.
Occasionally, she would come in during his live streams, but she didn't disturb him, just quietly sat beside him playing with her phone.
Fu Chi was somewhat distracted, always finding himself glancing at her.
[Is there someone there? Hubby has looked that way several times!]
[Wailing, hubby please look at us!!]
[Hubby has gotten even more handsome]
[Kid, what exactly are you looking at?]
[My heart is itching, why won't the camera turn!]
The audience was anxious.