Fu Sichen calmly put the lid away, "Learned your lesson about pain, huh? Next time you hit someone, remember to find some help."
Jiang Mian's skin was already soft, and slapping Ye Luoxi twice today was truly a case of injuring the enemy by a thousand and losing eight hundred herself.
"There wouldn't have been time to find someone."
Such unpleasant words were only heard by her. If her parents had heard them, those two with the surname Ye would definitely have been dragged off to be dunked in a pig cage.
Fu Sichen directly picked up Jiang Mian, "Mrs. Fu, it's time to sleep."
"Slap—"
The bedroom light abruptly went out.
Jiang Mian listened to the rustling of the quilt next to her, and the warm breath swept over her all at once.
Then the bedroom returned to its peaceful state.
???
Today, Fu Sichen had an awakening of conscience.
He actually wanted to sleep?!
And it was the kind of obedient sleep at that, completely indifferent to his vividly vibrant wife beside him.
