C39 Dignity of the Man

It was night. Wenwen and I were lying on the bed with thin blankets over us. Wenwen leaned over to kiss me. I wasn't in a particularly good mood, so I was a bit absent-minded.

Wenwen also knew that I was tired, so she helped me press my arm, gently telling me not to work too hard. Facing her understanding, I smiled, touched her head, and pressed a kiss on her forehead