112, Perfect Husband

"Who was sleeping like a little pig last night? Tossing and turning from one end of my arms to the other, nuzzling all over..."

"You're full of shit!"

How could she be like that!

Seeing her blushing face filled with indignation, Huo Jingshen couldn't hold back his laughter. "You were cold, you kept snuggling into me. Your poor husband's arms were numbed by your weight, and now you woke up and don't want to admit it?"

"It's summer right now, cold my ass!" Su Wanwan was too lazy to argue with him and reached out to push him away. "You're so heavy it's killing me. Get up, I need to get up."

"Why so rushed?" The man's voice suddenly grew deeper. "I checked when I helped you bath last night. Four days should have passed, right?"

Su Wanwan: "....."

She froze for a second, suddenly understanding what he was referring to.

Holy crap. Was he actually keeping track of her menstrual cycle every day?