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He put the key in the lock and turned it slightly. Yang opened the door and walked in.

The house was quiet, so quiet that no one seemed to be there. Yang raised an eyebrow, threw his coat on the sofa, and went to his bedroom.

His bedroom was neat, just as it had been the day before. Very well, she had taken his words in. She had not touched his things, trespassed on his territory.

After they had sent her home from the wedding ceremony yesterday (he would have saved it if she hadn't known the way and wouldn't have fought), they drove out. He found Lian and a few other people to go to the village of Wen Rou to have a good time. He called his sister for a drink and didn't come back until now.

Why hadn't she come out after coming back for so long? Could it be that she still hadn't woken up?

Yang walked barefoot into the bathroom to wash off the sticky and dirty mess. When he came out, the bedroom door on the opposite side of the room was still closed.

He took a bottle of water from the fridge, unscrewed the lid, and wrapped it around his mouth. After thinking for a while, he walked to the door that he loved and knocked on it after a moment of hesitation.

No one in the room answered, Yang Ke frowned. What happened? Did he sleep too deeply?

When she opened her door, there was no one on the bed.

The spacious and comfortable bed was as soft as if one was lying on cotton. One would feel as if they were floating on top of the bed. The quilt on the bed was gone, but there was no sign of sleep.

"Strange, where did he go so early?" Yang Yu stopped wiping his hair and mumbled to himself.

As he turned to go out, he saw a corner of the quilt sticking out of the end of the bed. Yang Dong dragged his feet and walked over, telling him that he was wrong, that woman definitely wouldn't have a bed without a bed. Or rather, she had rolled down from the bed, but there was no trace of it. Thus, the latter hypothesis is not valid.

He was already standing at one end of the bed, his mouth open in surprise as he stared at the love wrapped like a dumpling. The bright red quilt had wrapped her in a cocoon, and her head was buried under the quilt, leaving only a few strands of hair on the floor.

What was going on?

Yang Dong scratched his head, licked his lips, raised his leg, and lightly kicked Zhong Qing: "Hey ~ Wake up ~ Wake up ~ I say, Miss, why did you sleep here?"

"Oh ~ ~" Zhong Qing slowly woke up. After trembling twice, she turned around and continued sleeping. She hadn't slept last night, so how could she get up?

Seeing that she didn't move, Yang Dong continued to kick her: "Wake up ~ I said wake up ~ The sun's on your ass, why are you still sleeping?"

Zhong Qing frowned as he opened his eyes. He blinked, and after reacting, he jumped up. But the quilt was too tight, and he fell before he could get up. He rolled on the ground twice, got out of the way, and quickly got up.

"I'm very sorry, hubby. It's too late for my wife." Looking at the sky, it was getting late. At home, if he didn't get up by this time, he would be reprimanded.

Husband? What an awkward title. However, that was what the ancients called them. The thought that his wife was from eighteen hundred years ago gave him a headache.

"Your name is Love, right?"

"Hubby should call me my wife." Zhong Qing pointed at him with a smile. Since he had promised his grandma that he would live together with her for five years, as his wife, aside from certain personal matters, he still had to put in the effort on the surface. Otherwise, if Granny doesn't admit it by then, she'll be too late. Besides, they had been married yesterday, though I don't know what kind of wedding it was, but they were officially married.

Even though they looked very different, they were still husband and wife.

"My wife?" Yang Ke was stunned.

"Yeah, I called you 'hubby', so you should naturally call me 'wife'."

"I don't want it. It's disgusting." Yang Yu shook off the goosebumps on his body and refused immediately.

"Then ?"

"I'll call you Mrs. Yang for now. This is already the biggest gift I've ever given you. Don't mention it again."

"Madam?" Love blinked in confusion.

"A wife is a wife to us."

"Oh." "Zhong Qing obediently nodded her head, indicating that she understood." "Thank you, hubby."

"Yes." Why aren't you sleeping on the bed? Why are you sleeping on the floor? "

"The bed is too soft, I can't sleep if I don't rest ?" Zhong Qing spoke pitifully. She also wanted to say that she missed home, her father missed her little brother, missed that soft, hard and moderate big bed at home.

Yang Dong inadvertently saw the tears that had yet to dry at the corners of her eyes. She was most likely homesick. When one was in a foreign land and couldn't sleep at night, it was easy to miss one's home. When Yang lived with his grandparents in foreign countries as a child, he had yearned to return to his parents as soon as possible. He came back, took a flight back. As for her, the 1800 year distance between time and space, it was a distance that others would not even dare to dream of. Even the most advanced form of transportation would not be able to reach.

He looked away and unconsciously slowed down his tone.

"The softer the bed, the more comfortable it feels. Just wait until you get used to it."

"I sleep in hard beds at home. The pillow was a bamboo pillow and the bed was made of wooden straw. Although it was a bit hard, it was very stable. This bed is comfortable, but I don't dare to sleep on it. "As if he was floating on the water or in the clouds, I can't help but worry that he might fall down at any moment."

"Is that so?"

"Master, can I change the bed?" Zhong Qing cautiously asked.

"What kind of one?" Yang Dong casually asked. He couldn't help but mock himself when he realized that he had been feeling sorry for her from the very beginning. The cold and unfeeling him, when did he start showing mercy to the fairer sex? However, how could he say that he considered himself to be a man with elegance? If a beauty were to make a request, it would still be necessary to listen to it. As for whether he agreed or not, that was another matter entirely.

"A wooden bed." Zhong Qing thought that he had agreed as she happily replied.

"A wooden bed? This will reduce the room's grade, no. "

"... Is it really impossible? "

"Do my words sound fake?"

"But I can't sleep at night."

"If you can't sleep, you can sleep on the couch. I don't mind." Yang Yu regained his composure and walked out of her bedroom with a towel in his hand.

Zhong Qing froze for a moment before hurriedly chasing after him.

"Husband, I ?"

Yang Dong suddenly turned around and blocked her path, "I'm hungry, go make me breakfast."

Zhong Qing lowered her head to look at her stomach. Her good upbringing prevented her from touching it. She feebly said, "I'm also hungry ~ ~"

Since noon yesterday, she hadn't even entered a single grain of rice.

"What do you mean?" She ? Did she want him to cook?

"I can't find the stove ?"

"..."