"All right, don't get upset with the injured, once you coax your lady to sleep, we can discuss classical poetry and songs."
"Dream of the Red Chamber?" Xiaoqiang accidentally thought of the classic "finger boredom," this could be fun!
"Is that all you have in mind? Today I'll talk to you about Yuan Qu!"
Oh, Xiaoqiang felt a bit disappointed, but he dared not go against the noble pregnant woman, so he grudgingly carried the lady to the bathroom. The lady happily relieved herself in her designated canine toilet, while Yu Minglang grumbled nearby.
"You know, you didn't whine earlier or later, but now when my wife wants to kiss me, you whine; it's not easy to get some benefit!"
He returned to the room with full displeasure, Qian was leaning against the headboard reading, not even looking up as she asked.
"Washed your hands?"
"Uh-huh."
