White Mouse

Ji Lingchen swallowed. He knew that his wife's lips were a hundred, even a thousand times sweeter than the sweetest peach. He reached out to put his hand through his wife's long hair. He sniffed it and smelled a faint fragrance. He discovered that he liked every part of his wife. He liked her appearance, her voice, her smell, her hot temper, and even the way she hit people. He held his wife's hand and squeezed it. It was soft, as if there were no bones. He was really happy to have such a wife. Not only did she understand him, but she also cared about his family. She even prioritized his father's health. She took the time to learn about it, and when ordering food, she ordered many dishes for him and his father. Her actions warmed his heart. But even so, she never asked for credit. If he had not found out by chance, he would not have known that his wife had quietly put so much effort in.

"Xiaonuan?" Seeing that it was almost time, Ji Lingchen gently woke her up.