Watching Tang Yi's expression and hearing the words "lady of the house", Song Bingyun's face flushed and her heart raced.
The phrase sounded a bit odd.
But it was indeed the case: although she had been with Tang Yi before, she was still herself.
Still the mischievous little girl by her mother's side.
Once they moved out, then she would officially take on a new identity, lady of the house!
She would be the lady of the family she and Tang Yi were building together.
"Who wants to be the lady of the house!"
"You jerk!" Song Bingyun spat, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed first!"
"Alright, good night, wife!" Tang Yi's emotions surged, tenderly embracing his delicate wife in his arms.
Song Bingyun took a medicinal bath, feeling relaxed, and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
But Tang Yi was not sleepy.
In the darkness, his eyes shone like a sea of stars.
In those clear eyes, however, was a profundity, and at some point, they suddenly shimmered with crystalline tears.