Yang Ming was clearly stunned upon hearing this. What was his wife talking about? What was she giving him?
A moment later, he seemed to understand—was his wife referring to consummating their marriage?
Excitement surged within him as he turned to look at his wife, her little head hidden under the covers, clearly shy. His wife was truly endearing.
Xiaoxiao, with her head tucked under the blanket, felt her cheeks burning, the heat extending down to her neck. She couldn't believe she had said such a shameless thing—she couldn't show her face now.
Yang Ming looked at his wife with a smile. He pulled the blanket down a little to reveal his wife's head, then wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Wife, don't worry, I'll be well in a few days."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoxiao's face, already hot, felt like it was boiling. This husband of hers... really...
"Husband, let's sleep, you need rest."