Barton's eyes followed the furball up and down, looking both cute and silly.
Aunt Zhou was a bit puzzled, "Madam, haven't you started eating a bit recently? Why don't you want it again?"
Although she ate very little, sometimes just a bite, she did eat each time.
Nan Wan teased Barton, a gentle smile on her face, "Still feel nauseous, I haven't really wanted to eat much lately."
Aunt Zhou didn't ask further, "Oh, okay."
Zhao Ying from upstairs walked into the bedroom, not starting with tidying up the dirty clothes they had changed out of but directly lifting the bedding on the bed.
The wrinkles were few, very clean, unlike that chaotic morning she had once seen.
The woman usually seduces the husband; isn't it unusual that nothing happened on their wedding night?
The closing door sound in the early morning shouldn't be Aunt Zhou.
Did they have a fight...
She looked at the big bed, deep in thought.
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