At dawn, Zhu Nanzhi absent-mindedly sat by the table, leafing through the "Soul Book," her brows showing a hint of a young girl's distress.
After dinner last night, and after feeding her husband some medicinal soup, she happily thought she could lie beside him and do something together, but Zhiyu clung to her husband again.
Either asking him to tell stories, or asking all sorts of strange questions...
After finally sending her off, she sneaked back repeatedly like a night owl, occasionally lurking by the door, ready to rush back in at any moment.
What can be done?
Nothing can be done!
And she couldn't just hit her on the head, fearing that she might lose control of her bloodline powers if startled.
Later on... she completely lost interest.
Her husband's eyes obviously showed desire as well, but in the end... sigh.
