The Rogue God Abducts His Beloved Wife

? The winter morning is freezing cold, and the cold frost on the window edges shows the coldness of the outside world. A light mist covered the glass, making it seem a little warm. Inside the neat cabin, there was no warmth as expected. There were books scattered everywhere and on the spotless floor. Su Yan was holding a warm baby water bag with messy curly hair. He opened his eyes hazily and squeezed out of the sleeping bag. She stretched, walked to the computer, turned it on, turned around, walked into the bathroom, and started washing up. Her movements were quick and precise. After packing everything, she opened the curtains, and the sunlight came through the window and fell on her face. She gently felt that a new day...