Xu Xiuxiu had not yet completed her postpartum confinement when she ventured outside. Indeed, in this troublesome autumn, it seemed difficult even to have a peaceful confinement. Thinking this, she looked at Song Yuanhuan, who was sulking and dark-faced as he forcefully helped her into her coat. This man was truly tolerant of her!
"Mr. Song, thank you." Xu Xiuxiu, after Song Yuanhuan had put a cotton hat on her, managed a pleasing smile, her face lifted, despite her clumsiness.
"Humph." Song Yuanhuan was angry and had no intention of appeasing Xu Xiuxiu. He just darkly dressed her warmly, fearing she might catch cold or be chilled by the wind. His serious demeanor remained as he checked Xu Xiuxiu from head to toe, ensuring she was well-covered, which finally eased his expression somewhat.
