Bo Zhi thought this rebuttal was strong, he had no reason to resist it, so he laughed, "When you put it that way, it seems so."
Mou Wen's skincare routine isn't actually that complicated, just four or five steps. In less than twenty minutes, she came over, flipped open the blanket, and got into bed.
The next second, Bo Zhi wrapped his arms around her.
Mou Wen laughed, "What are you doing?"
His head was nestled in her neck, which was particularly ticklish.
She pushed him, "Stop messing around, sleep well, I'm really tired."
"I don't want to sleep anymore," Bo Zhi said.
Mou Wen blushed; if he didn't want to sleep, he must want to do something else. She smiled and cupped Bo Zhi's face, leaning in to nibble on his lips.
"Sorry, hubby, I can't satisfy you."
Bo Zhi was startled, "Why not?"
"It's that time of the month, bad luck for you."
Bo Zhi sighed, suppressing his urges, "Wasn't it three days later?"
Mou Wen was curious, "Is it not allowed early?"
