Evening.
Moon Gift Villa.
Master bedroom on the second floor.
After Jiang Yan returned from the children's room, he saw Su He sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.
He walked over, raised his hand to touch her head, and looked at her with drooping eyes. His voice was low, magnetic, and tender as he asked, "What's the matter? You've been distracted since dinner, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
He hadn't asked her after dinner because he understands her personality. If she didn't want to talk, asking would be pointless.
But two hours had passed, and she was still looking troubled and gloomy.
Hearing his words, Su He slightly tilted her head up to meet the man's deep eyes, clear as a mountain spring, making one want to take a sip just by looking.
And that devilishly handsome face, fair as a jade standing against the wind, was truly something one could never tire of looking at, the more one looked, the itchier one's heart felt.