Su Ningyan did not want to continue their discussion in the bathtub; after all, his skin was always thick enough.
"Husband, that's enough, please get up now," she said.
Ningyan had just gotten up from the bathtub and was about to leave when suddenly her legs weakened, and she almost fell.
At the critical moment, Zhuo Junyue supported her.
"Wife, I must really take good care of you in the future, let me carry you..."
Ningyan felt terribly embarrassed, but wasn't it all his fault?
When they came downstairs, there were quite a few people in the living room.
Ningyan glanced inadvertently at the large clock on the wall and noticed it was already seven o'clock.
She took a deep breath; could everyone guess what they had been doing upstairs?
Zhuo Junyue wore a white crew-neck casual shirt, which in no way diminished his noble air.
Ningyan noticed everyone was looking at her and subconsciously shrank behind Zhuo Junyue.