Gently laying Fan Jian on the bed and covering her with the quilt, Chen Xi let out a sigh of relief. Holding her for a while was one thing, but the longer he held her, the more numb his legs became and his arms began to ache. Even though Fan Jian was light, how much lighter could a well-nurtured sixteen-year-old girl be?
"My husband looks so gentle~" Chen Lan said with a smile, leaning on the window.
"Forget it, you're still easier to take care of," Chen Xi replied helplessly.
"A young lady should be like this," Chen Lan said cheerfully, naturally accepting Chen Xi's comment.
"It's not too bad, it's just that she thinks too much. By the way, have you finished embroidering the wedding dress?" Chen Xi said helplessly, then feeling that it was somewhat inappropriate to talk about, he quickly changed the subject.
"No," Chen Lan shook her head.