Su Yan paused for a mont.
Then she got up from the bedside.
Looking at Nightmare.
"Go to sleep, you’ll have school tomorrow."
Nightmare nodded.
"Okay."
Then, obediently climbed into bed in slippers.
Song Yujing reached out and held Su Yan.
Without a single word, he pulled Su Yan towards the bedroom.
Until they returned to the bedroom.
Su Yan stumbled a step.
Behind her, there was a click.
The door closed tight.
Su Yan heard a voice in her ear.
"I never sleep with other won casually."
Song Yujing’s voice was icy.
His emotions couldn’t be discerned.
Su Yan replied earnestly.
"I’m your wife, not another woman."
Song Yujing lowered his head, his dark eyes looking at Su Yan.
"We’ve only obtained the marriage certificate, there’s still a step to go."
At first glance, he seed cold and expressionless.
But upon closer inspection, there was a burning in those eyes.
Ever since that kiss in the garage, Song Yujing couldn’t forget.
Yet Su Yan was slow to return.
Finally unable to resist, he personally went to fetch her.
He had spoken so clearly, naturally Su Yan understood what he ant.
Song Yujing picked up Su Yan in his arms.
...
Way before, Su Yan thought Song Yujing had a severe cleanliness obsession.
Disdainful of everyone and without a shred of change.
Now, Su Yan felt...
This cleanliness obsession doesn’t seem too severe after all.
Of course, that’s a story for another ti.
At the mont, Su Yan didn’t have the ti to think about these.
...
The next morning, the always punctual and reliable Song Yujing got up late.
Su Gu, Su Xiaohua, and the newly minted first grader Su Xiaong.
Three kids stood in the living room.
Wearing school uniforms and carrying backpacks.
Su Gu frowned.
"Why isn’t he out yet?"
Su Xiaong drank her milk, looking puzzled.
"No idea."
Su Xiaohua was excited.
"Did sister and him do that-thing-that-thing?"
Su Gu’s face was expressionless.
Su Xiaong appeared bewildered.
"What thing?"
Su Gu slapped Su Xiaohua’s head.
"Not sister, it’s mom."
Su Xiaohua humd twice.
"Finally got used to calling her sister, now she’s mom."
Saying this, Su Xiaohua suddenly looked at Su Gu.
In a cute, childish voice,
"I don’t want my face pinched again."
Su Gu glanced at him.
"What are you afraid of? You have company."
With that, Su Gu turned his gaze to Su Xiaong.
Su Xiaong took a sip of milk.
"I don’t want my face pinched either."
Su Gu.
"Otherwise, you’ll have no phone, and no milk to drink."
After a brief silence.
Su Xiaong.
"Okay."
Her resolve wavered.
Finally, nearly late.
Song Yujing appeared late.
Descending from the top of the stairs.
Always ticulous with all his buttons fastened neatly, this ti his appearance was slightly disheveled.
Two buttons undone, he walked down step by step.
There were suspicious marks on his neck.
That cold face was tinged with a touch of softness.
Even not showing his usual disdain for them.
Song Yujing stopped at the top of the stairs.
Looking at the three little kids.
"You’re almost late."
All three nodded in unison.
Song Yujing.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to school."
With that, the three little kids almost synchronized, grabbing the backpacks from the sofa.
One by one, they walked outside.
As they walked, Su Xiaohua asked.
"Where’s mom?"
Comrade Su Xiaohua changed his term quite fast.
Song Yujing glanced at Su Xiaohua.
"She’s sleeping."
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