Zhuo Junyue looked at her hair, almost dry, and set the hairdryer aside.
"Wife, why would you say that?"
Zhuo Junyue felt that his affection for her was obvious. Could it be that he hadn't shown enough, leading her to think this way?
"It's just that I feel like I haven't contributed much. Do you think I'm like a parasite beside you?"
After hearing this, Zhuo Junyue picked her up and headed toward the bed.
Ningyan was startled and, afraid of falling, quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hubby, I'm trying to talk to you seriously..."
What was he planning by carrying her to the bed?
"Mm, wife, I'm showing you the answer through actions."
Saying this, he had already reached the bedside and placed her on the bed.
Ningyan instinctively held out her hand to block his chest, preventing him from moving. "Zhuo Junyue, I'm being serious with you."
Zhuo Junyue looked at her and gently pinched her nose, slightly amused.
