During this period, Luo Zhiyong was not at home, and Fang Pingying had not been back either.
Dust had settled everywhere in the house, which needed to be cleaned.
Fang Pingying heated some water, tidied up by herself, and let Luo Zhiyong cook dinner.
Returning in the afternoon, she had been busy until eight o'clock at night before she finally finished tidying up the house.
She thought to herself that next time if Luo Zhiyong was to go on a mission again, she should cover everything at home to prevent this difficult cleaning.
After the house was sorted, dinner eaten, and baths taken,
by the time the pair were ready to go to bed, it was already around ten o'clock in the evening.
The young couple truly felt as if a brief parting had made them newlyweds again.
No sooner had Fang Pingying flung back the covers and lain down on the bed, Luo Zhiyong felt as if he had caught fire, quickly rolling on top of her.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
