A late-night snack nearly stuffed Mu Yan, it must be said, Yu Ma's cooking is just too good.
She placed the used napkin on the table, stood up, and said to Jiang Jingheng, "Young Master Jiang, I'm done eating, I'll go up first."
"You should change that form of address." Jiang Jingheng frowned, "Have you ever seen a wife address her husband so distantly?"
Mu Yan instinctively asked, "Then what should I call you?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised at the corners, full of amusement.
Mu Yan, "..."
Jing Heng?
She felt goosebumps rising.
Jiang Jingheng glanced at her, seeing the weariness between her brows and eyes, got up and walked toward the stairs.
"Let's rest first today."
Mu Yan nodded and followed him to the stairway.
In fact, she was now so sleepy, she wanted to lie in bed and sleep for an eternity.
On the second floor, she walked straight toward her bedroom, when suddenly a shadow loomed over, blocking her way.
