So, can he have a rest?

Zhuo Jian was wearing a loose nightgown in the bathroom. After washing her face, she was about to take care of her skin, and placed her phone vertically under the mirror.

Fu Yanye looked at her pink chin and couldn't help but say, "Buy a mobile phone holder to put it on it another day."

"Why? Can't you see me like this?"

Zhuo Jian leaned over and took a look, thinking it should be OK.

"No, I want to see your career line more than your chin."

“…”

Zhuo Jian's face turned red and he didn't know what to say.

Fu Yanye smiled, lay on the bed and moved, and called her softly: "Wife, I miss you."

Zhuo Jian looked down at him: "It's only been a day apart."

"It hurts a day."

“…”
Chapter completed!