Song Jingchen slept very well. He felt like something was pressing against his chest and he couldn't breathe. He wanted to move it away, but he couldn't move his limbs.
He struggled hard and struggled again. In the end, he was woken up by the sound of swallowing.
Song Jingchen had just heaved a sigh of relief when he sensed something. He was shocked and pushed the person lying on him away, shrinking into the bed.
"You…" He wanted to ask who she was, but when he saw her sleepy face, the image of her before she fainted flashed across his mind. He didn't know if he was embarrassed or angry, but his handsome face instantly turned red. "Why are you here?"
Little Jiajia was originally a little angry at being disturbed. She looked up and met her little husband's shocked eyes. She smiled sweetly. "You're my husband, and I'm your wife. Where else would I be?"
