430 Wifey, Can I Confess Something?

Jian Han's clear and sparkling almond shaped eyes were full of confusion and pain. She went upstairs, and when she came back down, there was a clean white shirt in her hands together with a soft, warm towel.

She sat beside him. Her actions were gentle as she tried not to wake him up. She used the towel to wipe the bloodstains, before lifting her small white hand up to help him remove his dirtied clothing.

She just undid two buttons, and er small head was touched by a large hand. A gentle, hoarse voice rang out in her ears, "Wifey…"

Jian Han answered him as she lifted her gaze up. She saw his clear and dark gaze. His sparkling eyes had a touch of a smile in them. He was very gentle, like a shining star on a summer night.

Jian Han curled the corners of her lips up, and coyly replied, "Hubby, you are awake?"

Zhou Dayuan used his fingers to brush the white and supple skin on her face. He looked at her smile. "Wifey, is this a dream?"