Sun Jiamu found that she was completely helpless.
She headed to the guest bedroom for a shower and changed into a lace nightgown with spaghetti straps.
Fang Shaohua was watching television on the couch.
She approached his side and knelt down on the couch to embrace his neck. "Hubby…"
"Jiamu, what are you doing?"
"Hubby." She pecked his cheek lightly.
"Don't mess around."
"Who is messing around?" She began to undo his shirt buttons. "Hubby, even if you don't love me, we're a married couple. No matter what, you have to fulfill your responsibilities as my husband, don't you?"
The next morning, when Sun Jiamu awoke, she was the only person on the bed. Fang Shaohua was nowhere to be found.
However, as she recalled the night before, she could not help but smile.
Physical intimacy was also considered as progress, wasn't it?
