Gu Ya released his little wife from his embrace.
Went to hold her delicate hand.
The little wife's hand was tender and fragrant.
And soft.
Apart from the little wife's face.
Gu Ya loved his little wife's hands.
They felt exceptionally comfortable in the palm of his hand.
"Yunjin, let's go check out the fruit wine inside," Gu Ya said, leading his little wife toward the thatched cottage, with Su Yunjin by his side.
While surveying the fruit wine in the yard, she asked Gu Ya, "Husband, that time you went out late at night, was it to check on these fruit wines you've been brewing?"
Last time Gu Ya left in the middle of the night.
He indeed went to check on the fruit wine.
At that time, several jars of fruit wine that Gu Ya had specially brewed were ready to be unsealed, but he didn't know how they tasted, so he sneakily went to check without telling his little wife.
