"I'm fine now. I saw that you were busy with work, so I didn't call you. You are smoking." Nian Xiaomu stared at Yu Yuehan, who was acting abnormally.
He seldom smoked.
When he smoked, it was not a good sign.
If it wasn't that she had just seen him tell his assistant, proudly, that he now had a wife, she would have thought that he regretted marrying her. Especially as the first morning after their wedding, she woke up to see him smoking, gloomily, on the balcony.
"Yep, I'm a little tired. I was trying to keep myself awake."
Upon confirming that her fever had gone down, Yu Yuehan removed his palm from her forehead and answered, "And I am slightly depressed."
"???"
Yu Yuehan explained, "On our wedding night, I should be hugging my wife and enjoying the night. What happened in the end? I didn't get any of that and was almost squeezed off the bed by Xiao Liuliu."
He was so pitiful, he needed to smoke to freshen up for work.