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The tip of her nose was almost attached to his as close as they were.

Fang Chixia’s heart skipped a bit.

The corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of her own hand. She shrank her limbs back without a wink of an eyelid, but left her waist unguarded.

Luo Yibei grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. Tipping her chin up, he leaned in and gently covered her lips.

Fang Chixia opened her mouth and let him do as he pleased. Not until she was gasping for breath did he let her loose with satisfaction, “Can I go to bed early, hmm?”

She was roused from her slumber so she was really sleepy.

She followed it with a yawn, which rendered her pearly eyes glistening with tears. She appeared specially fragile.

Her exhaustion wasn’t without cause. First, being kidnapped on the cruise ship at noon then played golf for so long. There was no doubt she was spent.

“Poor little thing...” Luo Yibei commented with humor.

Fang Chixia’s face changed instantly, leaving her speechless. Her eyes burst in flames, but still refused to counter him.

Luo Yibei loosened his hand and let her move away. “Sleep.”

The next day was the weekend.

Fang Chixia has had sufficient rest recently after Luo Yibei has let her off many times.

She got up a little early in the morning and cheerfully prepared breakfast.

Fang Chixia has always been responsible for their three meals when the domestic servants weren’t there.

She was still more conscientious in this regard. Although most of her crafts were barely edible, Luo Yibei still consumes all of them despite the occasional caustic remarks here and there.

Between him and her, as long as Luo Yibei doesn’t put her off his stride, getting along with him was quite easy.

Fang Chixia felt that the agreed four years of marriage wouldn’t be that hard to ride out.

She entered the kitchen, busied herself for a while and freely stirred two bowls of porridge for both of them.

When Luo Yibei entered after her, she was still preoccupied.

He leaned agains the door watching her moving to and fro. He couldn’t help but recall her slender arm which unconsciously hugged him to sleep last night.

Fang Chixia was mixing cheese with flour and in process, left powders on her arms and smudges on her face.

Luo Yibei spotted it in an instant and after staring at it for a while, he too entered the kitchen and made a move brought Fang Chixia into a standstill.

Holding her hand down, he lifted his cuffs and wiped her face little by little, unmindful of dirtying his own clothes.

He brushed her face a bit roughly, wiped off her hands too till they were clean.

He looked down to see her staring at him with wide-eyed and immediately shifted from being all serious to the rogue he was...

“This hand is better suited at helping me at night!”

Help him?

Help him...

How? At night?

Fang Chixia was skeptical but going by his tone, she’s certain he was hinting at something wicked.

She has, to some extent, a little understanding of his humor after they have lived together for some a time.

It’s really not worth mentioning!