Dang Yang had been awake long ago, but he didn't get out of bed. He just lay there watching An Yue's sleepy eyes.
His wife was really beautiful.
When he saw An Yue open her eyes, Dang Yang leaned in and kissed her on the lips: "Good morning, wife."
An Yue had just woken up and was still a bit groggy. She blinked, looking a bit dazedly at Dang Yang after hearing his words.
What did Dang Yang call her?
Wife?
Oh... they were married, so Dang Yang should indeed call her wife.
It's just... it felt a tiny bit unfamiliar, a little awkward.
"Mm, morning," An Yue said, her voice carrying a lazy, sensuous tone of someone who just woke up.
Dang Yang was not satisfied and looked at An Yue: "I call you wife, shouldn't you call me husband?"
An Yue: "..."
She found it hard to say.
It just felt so embarrassing.
"Say it," Dang Yang urged.
An Yue pursed her lips and gave Dang Yang a glare: "It's just a title, why are you so insistent?"
