Due to the time difference, the sun had just begun to rise, and the morning light streamed through the window onto the bed, shining on Yan Moshan's face, and he slowly awoke.
Opening his eyes, a sense of pride swelled up within him as he saw Long Yanjiao, oozing femininity, sitting by his side, nursing Lingling.
Thinking back to last night, Yan Moshan felt extremely proud, and now, seeing Long Yanjiao's present dignified and gentle demeanor, he admired her as the epitome of a good wife and loving mother.
Yan Moshan sat up and moved behind Long Yanjiao, wrapping his arms around her body, and kissed her neck softly, saying, "Wife, good morning."
Long Yanjiao's body tensed up for a moment, and said, "Who is your wife?"
"It's you, of course," Yan Moshan spoke softly, "Long'er, from yesterday on, you have been my woman, and I will always love you, cherish you, and protect you for the rest of my life."