Marriage is seriously exhausting.
During the day I have to manage the housework, and at night I have to attend to my husband.
Minmin half-heard the roosters crowing outside, feeling a hundred thousand times unwilling to get up.
Yet, there was a force within her compelling her to rise.
With her eyes still closed, she reached out for her clothes beside her.
After "that business," both tired and sleepy, who would bother tidying up their clothes?
Then, unexpectedly, her hand touched something warm, firm, and smooth.
Before she could retreat, the owner of that hand pressed her down.
Shen Yiguang turned his head, a smile playing across his brows, his voice still a bit husky, "Awake?"
Minmin pulled up the blanket a bit, hummed affirmatively, but her eyes remained shut, still trapped between dreams and reality.
Shen Yiguang looked at her amused, reminded of that time in his car when she had that same dazed, pre-wake-up expression.
He pinched her nose gently, "Wifey?"
