Gu Zheng's voice was lazy. "Grandma's birthday is coming up soon. The Gu family is holding a birthday party. Come with me."
Qiao Xi nodded in agreement, then left the bedroom in a panic.
Looking at her fleeing figure, the corners of Gu Zheng's mouth curled up. Then, he took out a piece of paper from the drawer of the bedside table. On it was a sentence: [Don't have any other thoughts.]
Gu Zheng recalled the warm embrace last night before he fell asleep. Qiao Xi's weak and delicate little hands were wrapped around his waist. That touch was really lethal. Then, he smiled and wrote down: [I suddenly feel that it's not that bad having a delicate wife!]
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After Qiao Xi went downstairs to eat breakfast, Gu Yao called. "Do you know that Grandma is holding a birthday party?