My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

After resting a bit longer, she suddenly remembered there was something she needed to figure out.

"Were you faking being drunk?"

"Wife, I wasn’t drunk at all," Tan Zhenghong quickly responded.

Qiao Duo’er narrowed her eyes; people who were drunk always claimed they weren’t, and those who weren’t drunk wouldn’t say they were, so she couldn’t tell.

Just when it was almost over, he had stopped and then grabbed her hand.

Could someone who was drunk have such self-control?

But if he wasn’t drunk, he often got confused, and now he was still sleepy and groggy.

Tan Zhenghong pulled Qiao Duo’er into his arms and murmured, "Wife, go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow morning to harvest rice."

Now Qiao Duo’er was sure, Tan Zhenghong really had drunk too much.

Otherwise, how could he still think about harvesting rice when their own was already stored in the granary?