"Husband... Husband... Husband..."
Under Nan Xin'er's call, Lin Tianming, who was taking a midday nap in the pavilion, slowly opened his eyes.
Having just woken up, he yawned lazily and asked in a daze, "Xin'er, how long have I slept?"
"Not too long, I guess? It's only been an hour or two since my husband came out to clear his mind."
Nan Xin'er replied without hesitation.
While speaking, she also took the initiative to hold Lin Tianming's hand, pulling him to stand up from the stone table in the middle of the pavilion.
The two sat together on a long bench at the edge, and Nan Xin'er lay in Lin Tianming's arms.
"Husband, can you just hold Xin'er like this? Xin'er also wants to try what it feels like to nap in my husband's arms."
Lin Tianming naturally would not refuse Nan Xin'er's hopeful request.
"Alright, Xin'er!"
With Lin Tianming's consent, Nan Xin'er happily lifted her little head and lightly pecked Lin Tianming.
