Tang Qingxue reached out and poked Yin Hun the Nineteenth's forehead, "Nonsense! What are you imagining in your mind?"
The two of them lay facing each other, and she didn't feel sleepy anymore. It was already late at night, and Niannian had long fallen asleep. She had woken up halfway through her sleep.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth gently stroked her cheek, looking at her with affectionate eyes.
"Hmm, I've been busy lately and haven't been around like I used to. Do you feel any resentment towards your husband?"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth lowered his head, kissing her arm.
Tang Qingxue laughed, her small hand playing with his short, black hair, "We've been an old couple, and you're still saying this!"
"Even at a hundred years old, one should love like this, because in my heart, you are forever eighteen!" Yin Hun the Nineteenth smiled gently, and Tang Qingxue's face blushed slightly.
