His wife should live carefree every day.

He wants to make Mucha happy every day, which is his responsibility as a husband.

The Night Lord made up his mind in the bathroom, and outside Mucha was busy spreading the futon on the floor of the bedroom.

She can't really sleep in the same bed as the Night Master, can she?

Just as Mucha finally made the bed, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Mucha was inexplicably a little nervous, and unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and let out a "grunt".

Two seconds later, the Night Lord pushed the door open.

Mucha turned his head, and he happened to meet the sword eyebrows and starry eyes of the Night Lord.

He was originally handsome, just came out of the bath, his skin was moist and shiny, and his hair was about to dry out, just like a real beautiful man out of the bath.

Mucha only glanced at it and looked away, she involuntarily clenched her fists, pointed to the mattress on the ground and said, "You sleep on the ground, I sleep on the bed, if you don't want to sleep, then you better go home." ”

The Night Lord didn't answer her words, but just asked, "Where's the hair dryer?"

This is preferring to sleep on the ground.

Mucha wondered, why did he care more than she about whether this husband and wife drama was really real?

However, Mucha will no longer doubt whether the Night Lord likes her this time, she has been amorous too many times, and she doesn't want to have it again.

Mushamo silently took the hair dryer for the night master, and took the most conservative pajamas to the bathroom to take a bath.

Not long after, Mucha washed up and walked out of the bathroom, and when she returned to her room, she heard the Night Master talking on the phone again, talking about international currency.

Mucha also paid attention to this aspect, and sat on the bed and listened carefully for a long time.

She was surprised to find that the Night Master had a deep insight in this regard, and his words were concise and to the point, quick and accurate.

After more than ten minutes, the Night Lord hung up the phone, and Mucha also learned a lot of new knowledge from his words.

She couldn't help but speak: "Lord Night, I found that you are really good at business. ”

Lying on the ground, the Night Lord said leisurely: "I'm pretty good in other ways. ”

He made a pun, but Mucha didn't understand, and said, "Indeed, you can also play chess and programming...... In addition to cooking. ”

The Night Lord pursed his lips, a little sullen.

She doesn't understand what she wants Muxia to understand, but she understands a lot when she doesn't want her to understand.

He simply turned over and said in a muffled voice, "It's not early, turn off the lights and go to bed!"

Mucha could hear the displeasure in the Night Boss's tone, she turned off the lights with a puzzled expression, but she didn't think much about it, anyway, the Night Lord has always been tempered, and she is used to it.

The night was getting deeper.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the room was dark, and wisps of moonlight came in, bringing a ray of light to the dark bedroom.

It looks like tomorrow is going to be a sunny day.

Mucha thought about it, and became sleepy, and was about to fall asleep, when he heard the sound of the night master turning over and bringing the quilt sounded.

Her sleep was already shallow, and as soon as the Night Lord turned over like this, he drove her sleepy worm away.

Mucha reluctantly followed and turned over.

Not long after, just as Mucha was about to fall asleep again, the Night Lord turned over again......

Mucha couldn't help but ask, "Lord Night, why don't you sleep?"

"It's too hard, I can't sleep......" The Night Lord's voice was muffled, and it seemed to be a little aggrieved.

As he spoke, he rolled over again.

Not long after, just as Mucha was about to fall asleep again, the Night Lord turned over again......

Mucha couldn't help but ask, "Lord Night, why don't you sleep?"