Leng Youchen propped his chin, staring at his wife's sleeping face, and became entranced for a moment. The two of them were squeezed onto the narrow sofa, yet the feeling of happiness in his heart was stronger than at any time before.
Wei Anning's eyelashes twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes to see Leng Youchen close at hand. She blinked, and a hazy smile crossed her rosy little face, "You're awake. Did you sleep well?"
Leng Youchen reached out and tapped her nose, "Hmm, little lazy pig, what about you?"
Wei Anning bashfully lowered her eyelids. She sat up and realized they were still in the living room. By this time, the domestic help would usually have come to clean, yet today there was no one around.
"What are you looking for?"
"Where are the butler and the others?"
"They probably saw us asleep in each other's arms in the living room and were too embarrassed to disturb us, so they hid away," Leng Youchen's eyes were full of teasing mirth as he teased her.