"Okay, okay, it's time to go."

Hei Yang yawned, got out of bed, stretched out, slowly changed his clothes, half-squinted his eyes, and looked like he hadn't woken up.

"Oh, I don't want it!"

Hearing her husband's urging, Hongli not only didn't want to get up, but even half-hidden her head under the quilt.

"I didn't want to think of it so early, it was so embarrassing!"

"Ha, I can afford it even if I don't think about it."

While Hei Yang was getting dressed, he turned to look at Hong Li who was hiding under the quilt, and smiled helplessly.

"We agreed, let's go shopping with mom and the others..."

"Oh, no!"

Hong Li's voice was drawn out, and she said aggrievedly: "You can go shopping anytime...

But the opportunity to sleep in is gone after a while!”

"Tsk, tsk."

Hei Yang put on his clothes, folded his arms, looked at Hong Li with his half-moon eyes, and teased: "Although what you said makes sense, are you prepared to explain it to mom and the others like this?"

"Ah this..."

Hongli, who was struggling in bed, froze.

"Did you react?"

Hei Yang turned around in a funny way, found Hong Li's clothes, and helped her carry them to the side.

"Okay, okay, stop struggling, come here and pack up before going out."

"Well, having said that..."

Hei Yang paused, looked at the clothes in his hands, frowned uncertainly and said, "This is what you have been wearing recently, right?"

"No!"

Hongli responded instantly, her tone crazy: "That's not what I want to wear now!

No, that's not even my clothes...

No, that's not even clothing!"

"Good guy, it's nothing but clothes."

Black Yang drew a black line on his forehead and said quietly: "Then tell me which of your clothes are and where are they placed?"

"These are not my clothes!"

Hongli wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, closed her eyes tightly and protested: "The only clothes I have are these pajamas and quilt jacket, everything else is fake!"

Hei Yang: "..."

"Hey, if you say that, Dad will be very sad."

Hei Yang showed his dead fish eyes and complained: "Obviously I will make you a suit every now and then, but if any suit doesn't fit well and look good, aren't you very satisfied with it?

Why, when I use it, it’s “Honey, you’re so nice”, but when you’re not using it, it’s “I’m not familiar with those clothes”?"

"Oh, I didn't mean that!"

Hong Li, who was smothered in the quilt, hurriedly explained loudly: "They are not just my clothes now, I still like them very much!

Husband, you are still the best, and I still love you the most, and this will never change!

It's just that, well, because the situation is critical, we can't recognize each other easily now, do you understand what I mean?

It's the kind where the female protagonist goes undercover to a criminal organization and finds out that the male protagonist has been caught by the boss and asks her to go watch the fun together.

And at this time, no matter how heartbroken the heroine is and how painful the hero is, the two of them have to endure not recognizing each other for the sake of the overall situation. They don't even dare to have too much eye contact, for fear that others will notice that something is wrong. You know me.

What do you mean?

Well, yes, I am in such a situation now. Once we recognize each other, it will not be a good thing for me or the clothes, so I have to bear it..."

"Hey, hey, stop, stop, stop."

Hei Yang couldn't help but the tic-tac-toe popping up on his head, and interrupted: "Where did you get the evil plot?

We’ve all said that this kind of thing won’t happen in our book!”

"Hey, it's in other books!"

Hongli continued to quibble: "I think I, Hongli, have read thousands of books, so this kind of plot is not that unusual!

This kind of plot will never happen, but I am just making a metaphor. My relationship with clothes is equivalent to this kind of relationship now!"

"Tsk, tsk, it's really your fault."

Hei Yang couldn't help but stick out his thumb and said: "My wife is not simple!"

"Of course, your wife is not simple, so just have fun secretly!"

Hongli spoke quickly, stretching out an arm and shaking it outside the bed.

"Thank you husband for the compliment. I also think you are the best and I will continue to love you in the future, mua~"

"..."

Hei Yang watched Hong Li blow a kiss and her spiritual power transformed into his face, leaving a lip mark. He couldn't help but blink.

"Uh, ah, Xiaoli, you are too kind to say that, I also like you the most..."

Hei Yang's face turned slightly red, and he subconsciously turned his head away in embarrassment.

But he reacted in an instant, turned to look at Hong Li angrily, and this time his face turned red with anger: "Hong! Li!"

"Ah ah ah, Hei Yang is angry, Hei Yang is experiencing domestic violence!"

Hongli tried to continue to be cute, and her two bare and white arms stretched out from the bed and swayed from side to side.

"Heiyang, please don't hit me. If you hit me, I will cry for you! Wuwuwuwawawahaha cough cough..."

"What the hell..."

The corner of Hei Yang's mouth twitched, he took a deep breath, climbed up to the other party with Hongli's clothes, and grabbed the two dangling arms.

"Ah!!!"

Hongli was waving her arms in an attempt to be cute, but suddenly her arm was held, and she suddenly looked panicked.

"Help, Hei Yang is really taking action! Xiaohuo, come and save mommy!"

"Why are you shouting, as if I am really willing to beat you..."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes, tied Hongli's arms together with one hand, dragged her out of the bed, and said, "You don't want to get up, do you?

Then hubby, I will change your clothes myself. Are you satisfied?

In other people's homes, how could a husband dote on his wife so much, hum.

When I was a kid, my mother wouldn’t help me get dressed even if she couldn’t wake me up!”

"Ah?"

Hongli struggled and asked: "Then how did you get up in the end?

I remember that you were just like me. In those years, except for the days when you were sick, you really didn’t escape for a day..."

"Ah, how simple this is! In winter, she just opens the doors and windows, and in summer, she just puts a stove next to my bed."

Hei Yang replied calmly.

"Ah, is there still such an operation..."

The corner of Hong Li's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck subconsciously.

"If you think about it this way, my parents are still very gentle..."

"What did your family say?"

Hei Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't want to indulge you even if I don't think about it?"

"Come on, indulge me!"

Hongli couldn't help but said sadly: "My mother just moved a small stool to sit on my bedside and didn't scold me. She just kept telling me about the Taoist ideals and nagging me.

What kind of exercise is good? Going to bed early and getting up early is for the future. Girls who often stay in bed will become sloppy and no one will like them in the future...

He said that if I didn’t exercise, I might get sick. Once I got sick, my parents would be worried and worried.

I am too sloppy to get married, and they will secretly wipe their tears...

Or, if I am selected by the sect and have the opportunity to practice, but I am rejected because my health is not good enough, that would be terrible. I will be sad and shed tears when they look at me.

If I am unhappy, I will be unhappy myself, and then I will become autistic, have low self-esteem, become depressed, and... my whole life will be ruined!"

"Ah this..."

The corner of Hei Yang's mouth twitched: "Is it so scary?"

"That's not true! They say thieves are scary, right?"

Hong Li whined: "Obviously I just want to stay in bed, but in their eyes, if I don't get up early, I'm stepping into the coffin with half a foot, and I'm sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person!"
To be continued...