Realizing it was his scent, she leaned more into him in his embrace, finding an incredibly comfortable position.
Fu Jingyu looked at his little wife and twitched the corner of his mouth upwards, he really liked her trust in her sleep, the dependence without any guard.
Carrying Ye Fanxing from the bathroom, he gently put her on the big bed in the bedroom.
The moment she lay on the soft bed, Ye Fanxing found a comfortable position for herself. Fu Jingyu looked at this little girl and said, "Piggy, eat less next time."
His body was still recovering; he could hardly carry her.
Ye Fanxing hugged her pillow, sleeping very comfortably, ignoring him.
Fu Jingyu sat down next to her, pulled up the quilt, and covered her with it.
Looking at her sleeping, he couldn't help but bend down and kiss her.
He remembered the time when he had just met Ye Fanxing, and his leg had not recovered yet, so he was unable to hold her.
He would often feel useless.