So, had he waited in vain?
He narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue lightly, looking somewhat impatient. Yet, he slightly bent his waist and picked her up.
Second Brother Liang, who could not carry on his shoulder or lift with his arms, really wanted to showcase his boyfriend prowess, but in the end... His figure swayed, lacking strength, and he almost fell to the ground with her.
It hurt, it hurt so much!
She woke up with a start, her small body twitching in pain. But she reacted quickly, darting out of his arms, then clutching her arm, and rubbing her shoulder—basically every spot he had touched, she vigorously rubbed several times.
She turned her face away coldly, "It’s time to sleep!"
Afterward, he walked out expressionlessly as if possessed by Lao Si.
When the young wife finally reacted, she blinked slightly. Then, staring at his retreating figure, she secretly thought, Why does his silhouette seem somewhat gloomy?
It’s difficult to fathom the heart of a man.
Unfathomable, truly unfathomable!
Following behind Liang Shuyu, she slowly made her way out.
En route, passing by Yixuan and Haoming’s rooms, she saw that both were shrouded in darkness, apparently, the two had already fallen asleep.
She then glanced again at Liang Shuyu ahead, noticing him sway and suddenly lean against the wall, panting heavily with his hand on his chest.
She hurried over with quick, small steps.
Just as she reached out her little paws, he glared at her fiercely!
But Shuyu seemed like he was grinding his teeth, "A gluttonous fool who never learns, utterly stupid!!"
Rolling her eyes, she then ignored him—let him be as sharp-tongued as he wishes, hmph! The Old Lady enjoys her freedom!
Shuyu leaned against the wall, panting softly for a while, until his palpitations subsided, his face then turned deathly pale.
Yet, he was also a bit confused.
Was it because that woman was too thick-skinned?
Clearly, she carelessly ate random stuff, screamed in agony with the slightest touch like a slaughtered pig, yet she never learned, always recklessly kind-hearted...
But then again, what did it have to do with him?
He shook his head, his thin lips slightly twitched, then he crossed the threshold into the room as calmly as he could manage.
Once the room door was closed, he saw the young wife had already spread the bedding.
A pillow lay between them.
"Chu He, Han boundary!" She pointed at Liang Shuyu’s bedding, then at her own, with an air of commanding authority.
His expression was indifferent, he slowly removed his shoes and socks, climbed onto the bedstead, slid under the blankets, lay flat, and then peacefully closed his eyes.
Becoming accustomed to his sharp tongue, suddenly seeing him made her feel strangely uncomfortable.
She watched him hesitantly for a long while, then scratching her head, she blew out the oil lamp and also crawled into her own bedding.
In the same night, Haoming lay quietly, his expression wooden, occasionally clenching his fists tightly, then despondently releasing them. Several times he got up, headed towards the door, then expressionlessly returned to sit by the bedstead.
Yixuan’s room was filled with portraits, the early autumn night breeze gently brushing past. The autumn wind that entered through every nook and crack made the hanging drawings rustle.
He sat by the table, pouring himself a cup of wine, and gulped it down!