Lu Beiyuan's breath was heavy, his large hand hesitated to move again, resting his palm on her waist.
"When did you arrive..."
He asked softly.
Su Nanxing's voice was fragmented: "Last, last night..."
"I figured as much." Lu Beiyuan bit her earlobe: "Rushing here and there, still... wife, you're going to kill me..."
Su Nanxing apologetically tiptoed, spontaneously kissing the corner of his lips: "Sorry..."
Her voice was soft and sweet, making Lu Beiyuan feel both tenderhearted and shivering, unable to even tease her.
He lifted her up.
Su Nanxing wrapped her legs around his waist.
Lu Beiyuan carried her inside: "Have you been eating well these days?"
Ever since she had the child, Lu Beiyuan had always made sure Su Nanxing ate well.
Even when he was on business trips, what he cared most about was whether she was eating well.
The food was good, it just depended on how much Su Nanxing could eat.
