On the Saturday not long after their wedding, the two of them were nestled under the quilt, embracing each other lazily.
Song Ziyan ruffled Li Hui's hair and asked jokingly: "I, Mrs. Li, who is pretty and sincere, why don't you get up and make a loving breakfast for your man?"
Someone who instantly felt that the soft flesh of his waist rotated 180 degrees, jumped out of the bed, silently, ahem, went to make breakfast for his beautiful wife.
Li Hui was left smiling like a cat that stole fish.