Song Mian was not a professional in this field after all, and she did a good job. Yun Xiangxiang did not know why she was leaning on song Mian the earliest in the second half of the night. When she woke up in the afternoon, a Beautiful Cup appeared at the head of her bed.
The quilt was entirely white, and there was a cloud-shaped concave pattern with a crown in the middle. This small piece was black.
Below it was a row of bold calligraphy: Exclusive to my wife, Yun Xiangxiang.
Yun Xiangxiang couldn’t help but laugh as she held the cup in her hands and couldn’t put it down.
When she had had enough of it, she ran downstairs to get some water to drink. When she went downstairs, she saw song Mian sitting on the desk facing the computer. He was probably dealing with something. There was a cup beside him, just like Yun Xiangxiang, only the caption read, “Exclusive to husband, Song Mian.”.
