He picked up a book and started reading it on his other leg. Today he wasn't working, so he planned to stay cozied up here with his wife the whole day. The house was quiet, Granny Lu had gone to the store, and the old master hadn't moved over yet. In such a large Siheyuan, it was just the two of them.
When Qin Xiangnuan woke up again, it was already noon. Jian Zhiqing was still leaning against the headboard, seriously flipping through his book. His eyelashes were cast downwards, and the corners of his lips were subtly curved upwards, sometimes becoming more pronounced when he came across something amusing.
Jian Zhiqing tossed the book onto the bedside table and pulled up the quilt to bundle up his delicate wife properly. The weather had turned chilly, and although it was warm inside, they still had to be cautious to avoid catching a cold.
