"Wife..." Qin Ye, who had just bathed, quickly shut the door.
Yesterday night he couldn't hold his wife, but tonight he could finally embrace her again.
As for his parents... he actually wasn't that sentimental, after all, they had passed away many years ago and the sorrow had long since faded.
Rong Yan looked at him, "You didn't sleep at all last night, don't you want to sleep first?"
When Qin Ye heard his wife's concern, he felt joyful inside, "Not tired."
He then moved closer, his eyes unfocused, "Wife, you're not feeling uncomfortable anymore, are you?"
At first, Rong Yan didn't catch on, but when she saw his evasive gaze and his ears, red as if they were about to drip blood,
She instantly understood what his words meant.
The question stumped her.
Should she answer it was uncomfortable or it wasn't?
But, a clever person doesn't need to respond, an expression is enough to hint.
Her face flushed slightly... mainly because her skin was so fair.
