"You go to the bed and have a rest." He stretched out his hand to push her back to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and then went out with a cool face to help his wife buy the necessary toys.
"Husband, I know you love me the most." Xiahou Xiyue looked at his straight and leaving back, hugging the warm quilt, feeling secretly happy, husband, husband, it is her husband who is better.
