But seeing Bai Xiaoyu looking quite pitiful, she reluctantly nodded: "Alright, but you can only have a little! Otherwise, there won't be enough for Da Luoluo..."
"Okay."
Bai Xiaoyu silently watched the girl carefully take out a small plate from the lunch box, then use clean chopsticks to give him a bit of each dish, a little from all four dishes.
Like a virtuous little wife, attentively serving the man she loves.
Warm sunshine fell on her smooth hair, delicately soft and bright, captivating.
A gentle breeze brushed across her beautifully lined face, strands of hair tangled at her lips, making Bai Xiaoyu want to reach out and pull them away.
He held back, ultimately restraining himself.
The girl's expression was so focused, he couldn't bear to interrupt her.
He had just one thought in mind now: Having such a wife at home, even in dreams, you'd wake up smiling.
