Writing Words

At night, Shen Yijia returned to her room after washing up.

Song Jingchen was leaning against the headboard and reading a book.

Seeing the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table beside the bed, Shen Yijia's eyelids twitched.

Seeing that Song Jingchen was focused on reading, she quietly walked over and placed her hands on both sides of the table.

Song Jingchen flipped a page of the book, scaring Shen Yijia so much that she immediately put her hands behind her back.

After waiting quietly for a moment, Song Jingchen didn't react. She heaved a sigh of relief, gritted her teeth, lifted the table, and quickly walked away from the bed.

She placed the table in the corner farthest from the bed. Her movements were smooth and swift.

Shen Yijia patted her chest.

This was more tiring than a brawl.

She turned around and saw that her husband was immersed in his book.