After slapping him, she yawned, then stretched out her arm, wrapped it around his neck, and snuggled closer to him: "Sleep."
Her slap wasn't hard; it was more of a playful pat, like kittens and puppies playing with each other. Bo Yan was caught in her embrace, her weight hanging over him, and her breath was hot against his neck. However, his head was buried in the pillow due to her posture, making it a bit difficult to breathe.
He wanted to get up, but thinking that he might not see his wife in the coming months, he was reluctant to leave her embrace.
It was Xia Siyu who, after holding on for a while, released her arm and pouted: "What's that smell?"
He had hurried back, spent hours at the airport, taken the high-speed train, and got stuck in traffic for a long time. So it's no surprise there's a mix of all sorts of smells.
Bo Yan chuckled softly: "I'm going to take a shower."
