When he heard Miao Jing's words, Zhai Yaohui did not move initially and remained seated.
Miao Jing gave Zhai Yaohui a look. Without a word, she stood up. If Zhai Yaohui was not leaving, she would leave then. She could sleep at her son's place.
Zhai Yaohui's legs, which looked extraordinarily straight in the army pants that he was wearing, moved. He stood up and walked over to Miao Jing. Just as Miao Jing smiled complacently as she waited for Zhai Yaohui to leave, unexpectedly, Zhai Yaohui carried her up in one swift move as soon as he reached her side.
What was different from a few months back was that, this time, Zhai Yaohui not only carried Miao Jing to the bed but also did not leave the room himself.
This was his wife and the bedroom was his. This bed was also his. Why couldn't he sleep there? Why did he have to leave?
