Nursery Rhyme lowered her head and flipped through the book in her hand.

She likes reading novels, likes Kundera, Marquez, and Camus.

She has a separate small study room in the villa, which belongs to her alone.

There is a kind of peaceful silence in the tranquility of the night, like the calm lake water, which makes people drown deeply.

After reading for a while, the night got darker and Wen Lu hadn't come back yet, so Tong Yao closed the book and turned off the light.

At the beginning of the night, I don't know what time it was, nursery rhyme, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a chill coming over her. The quilt on her body was lifted, and the man's cold pajamas material was close to her skin, which was cool.

"Well..." He was kissing her, and his slender hands untied her pajamas.

This kiss was very familiar to nursery rhymes. Even in her dream, she knew who it was.

It's her husband, Wen Lu.

However, Tong Yao felt very tired and couldn't open her eyelids or lift her arms, so she subconsciously pushed him away.

Realizing her resistance, the man frowned in the darkness and called her name: "Nursery Rhyme."

The deep, rich and somewhat cold voice penetrated the eardrums.

Nursery Rhyme shrank: "Tired..."

Her voice was very vague, and she didn't know what time it was.

Wen Lu grabbed her hand and refused to let go. He couldn't ask the man to stop at this time.

Wen Lu lowered his head to kiss her again, kissing her lips precisely, domineeringly and forcefully.

Tong Yao subconsciously pushed him, her little face wrinkled: "Don't... I don't want..."

"Nursery rhyme." He called her name coldly, "I haven't been back for a month."

"But I... don't want to..." She finally woke up. In the darkness, she couldn't see Wen Lu's face clearly, but she could sense his angry tone and aura.

She shrank back again, deliberately avoiding him.

She was very tired today, especially when someone woke her up in the middle of her sleep. Tomorrow...she has to go to work.

"Last time I was at home, you didn't want to. This time when I came back, you still didn't want to. Do you think I, Wen Lu, am a monk?" Wen Lu was probably angry, with suppressed anger in his hoarse voice.

Tong Yao couldn't see his face and expression, but she could guess and feel it.

In the past, she might have compromised long ago, but tonight...she didn't have any desire at all.

"But I'm really... very tired." Her voice was thin, soft, and seemed to be pleading.

Finally, she angered Wen Lu.

Wen Lu opened the quilt, went out, and slammed the door angrily.

"Bang", the door closed, as if the two worlds were isolated.

Nursery Rhyme was completely sleepless, she closed her eyes tiredly, her hands tightly clenched her pajamas, and her heart was beating without rhythm.

The moonlight outside the window passes through the courtyard and shines on the bedroom floor.

…

Early the next morning.

Nursery Rhyme got up early and went to dress Wen Mo.

The little guy was energetic and restless, jumping up and down on the bed, his cute little face full of joy.

Every time Tong Yao sees his happy little face, she becomes happy in her heart.

"Mom, morning." Wen Mo likes to play coquettishly with nursery rhymes.

"Morning, mom will get you dressed and take you to daycare later."

"Okay..." The little guy was very obedient, and his milky voice was milky and he didn't object to going to school.

This makes nursery rhymes very worry-free.

She put a clean white T-shirt on the little guy. There was a cat printed on the T-shirt, and Mo Mo pointed at the cat and chirped for a long time.

The happiness of children is something that adults cannot understand.
Chapter completed!