Mu Xiangwan saw that he wouldn't speak, resigned herself, went out to wring a hot towel, and thought of wiping his face.
He slightly lowered his head, the straight bridge of his nose casting a shadow under the light, looking quite pathetic. She sighed again while wiping his face, her motions gentle and careful.
Su Chaoyang's mouth curved up in a light smile, it's a pity that someone was only focused on wiping his face and hands, not noticing this.
"Hey, it's getting late, I should take you back to rest." As she was about to finish wiping, Mu Xiangwan gently patted his face, frowning as she asked.
Taking advantage of his drunkenness, Su Chaoyang began to act cute and whiny, humming and catching her hand on his face, pulling it into his embrace and mumbling, "I'm not going back... I want to sleep with you."
Mu Xiangwan's face flushed, she scolded him: "Pervert!"
"I'm not a pervert, I'm your husband..."
