Ye Xinluo didn't know how she ended up on the bed; she only remembered standing in front of the vanity mirror in a daze, and it seemed like Beichen Rui walked over, picked her up, then turned around and gently tossed her onto the bed.
He turned over and pressed her beneath him, reached out to grab a lock of her hair, brought it to his nose to sniff, and it still had the fresh scent of shampoo.
"Beichen Rui, you've drunk a lot of alcohol, you smell, get up."
"What did you call me?" The man frowned discontentedly.
"Hu... Husband." Seeing his eyes narrow slightly, Ye Xinluo sensibly changed her words.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly, then spoke in a gentle voice, "Good girl, here's your reward."
Ye Xinluo: "..."
Before she could speak, her lips were blocked again, and she pushed him away with some dissatisfaction, "What are you doing, it's still daytime."
"It's okay, they won't come up." If anyone insensitively came up, he could kindly give them a few punches.
