Yang Jiajun felt he should cherish this last moment of togetherness.
Otherwise, there might not be another chance in the future...
Xia Yan struggled out of Yang Jiajun's embrace, "I'm a bit tired today..."
"Wife..." Yang Jiajun still wasn't ready to give up.
"I said I'm tired!" Xia Yan's tone became impatient.
After saying that, feeling that her tone might have been too strong, Xia Yan gently tugged at Yang Jiajun's sleeve, gritting her teeth, "You have no idea how I've been these days, I'm really tired, let me have a few days to adjust, okay? After I've adjusted..."
Yang Jiajun knew his wife's temper well.
He knew she hated being forced.
Thinking that he still needed her help, he had no choice but to suppress the flame in his heart.
"Then let's go to sleep."
"Husband..." Xia Yan bit her teeth but eventually spoke.
"What is it?"
"Can you sleep in the guest room?"
Yang Jiajun's brow finally furrowed.
"Wife, what's the matter with you?"
