"What is that thing?"
Several days of exhaustion had diminished Qin Guanglin's curiosity. He glanced at the unopened delivery box on the table, too lazy to unpack it, and directly asked He Fang.
If it had been earlier, he would have eagerly opened it right away.
He Fang turned her face away to avoid his gaze and casually said, "You'll know in a bit."
He had no idea how long "a bit" would be. He Fang was busy sticking a thermometer in her mouth. Bored, Qin Guanglin took a bath, sprawled on the bed, and stretched his hands behind himself, massaging his lower back, preparing for the upcoming task.
He had never thought that sometimes this could also become a kind of pressure...
Pre-marriage obstacles, post-marriage saviors; he missed the times when her relatives were around.
"I'm already thirty..." Qin Guanglin muttered with his eyes closed.
