What do you want to talk about?
The first formal conversation between husband and wife.
Shen Jiayin sat properly on the long sofa in the guest room. Opposite her, he looked at her, as if he had already resumed the posture of a superior speaking to a subordinate.
Headache.
He rubbed his eyebrows: "Jiayin, come, sit over here."
She lifted her eyelids, then walked over, as if carefully seeking a suitable spot beside him.
He was getting impatient watching her, raising his eyebrows at her in amusement and helplessness: "Shen Jiayin, am I a tiger?"
"No." She sat down.
What's this girl afraid of.
His big hand reached her back, giving two strong pats: "Relax a bit."
And he said it wasn't like talking to a subordinate, just look at his actions and tone.
Shen Jiayin relaxed her tensed shoulders. She felt his hand casually roaming on her back. When it reached her waist, he grabbed her body. She was instantly pulled into his embrace, her nostrils full of his scent.
