In the dark room, Shen Yijia leaned against the edge of the wooden barrel and scooped up some water with her hands.
Her eyes were fixed on Song Jingchen, who was leaning against the bed and reading.
"Hubby, are you really not going to take a shower?" Shen Yijia asked seriously.
Song Jingchen turned around indifferently and ignored her.
Shen Yijia refused to give up. She ran over and bent down to whisper in his ear, "If Uncle Yang isn't here today, you won't take a shower. Uncle Yang won't be back for a long time, are you going to avoid showering until he gets back?"
Song Jingchen's lowered eyes trembled slightly.
They were so close that her breath landed on his earlobe.
Shen Yijia continued to coax him. "The weather is so hot. If you don't take a shower for half a month, you'll stink."
As she spoke, she deliberately sniffed his neck.
Song Jingchen was speechless.
