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Xie Jingchen woke up early the next day and found his little wife staring at him with big almond eyes, deeply and silently.
And outside, it was still dark.
"Good morning, wife."
Yan Jinsu gently wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with a tissue before asking, "...You’re sweating like this, doesn’t it bother you?"
After waking up, she found herself feeling warm but noticed sweat on her forehead. Just by lifting her eyelids, she saw the man beneath her sweating profusely!
She didn’t dare to move, afraid to wake him, and also afraid she might cry.
She was a sentimental woman. Whether people treated her well or not, she could either keep it in her heart or just smile it off.
But when someone treated her like Xie Jingchen did, she didn’t know how to reciprocate.
She thought she was already doing well, but then she’d inadvertently realize that Xie Jingchen could be endlessly good to her.
Xie Jingchen casually took the tissue from her hand, nonchalantly wiped his face, then leaned over to kiss her, laughing as he said:
"It doesn’t bother me. It’s my honor to serve my wife. Silly girl, protecting you, pleasing you, it’s my right and my duty!"
Only when faced with the possibility of loss does one realize these are just trivial matters. As long as the person is there, he still has the chance to strive and hope for a happy future.
Yan Jinsu’s eyes gradually reddened, and she mumbled, "Xie Jingchen, you’re the real fool!"
"Alright, I’m the fool! Wife,
Yan Jinsu, as if stung, suddenly sat up on him, annoyed, "Xie Jingchen!"
Xie Jingchen reacted quickly, sitting up tightly against her, hugging her to sit on his stomach: "Here! Wife, be careful with your movements, don’t catch a cold!"
"There you go again! Are you doing it on purpose?" Yan Jinsu, unable to stop smiling, wiped away the dampness in the corner of her eyes, no longer feeling like crying.
"Treasure, I hope that when I open my eyes each day, the first thing I see is your smiling face saying ’husband, good morning’! Mmm, and a good morning kiss!"
This had become a deep-seated habit for the couple. Even though the wife doesn’t remember now, he could continue to nurture this good habit.
"I got it! You know I can’t stand tickling on my neck and you do it on purpose!" Yan Jinsu was being supported by the back of her head, his newly sprouted stubble lightly grazing her neck, really making her want to laugh!
"Hm?" Xie Jingchen hummed dissatisfied, not getting a response, and kept rubbing his chin against her cheek and neck.
"Ah, ah, okay, it’s my fault, husband!" After Yan Jinsu screamed, she hugged his big head and laughed until she was out of breath, while the man on top of her wrapped her tightly in the duvet, making her feel like a silkworm in a cocoon, unable to move!
"Good girl, wife, good morning!" He stopped rubbing and kissed her forehead, and then brought his face close to hers, waiting for her ’good morning kiss’!
"You, Xie Jingchen, you’re so childish!"
"My dear husband, good morning! Mwah~"
Indeed, the same person, even the first words were the same!
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