Chapter 370

The next day, June twentieth, Han Zhi and Su Zhen unusually lingered in bed for a while, and when they finally got up, it was already quite late. When the two of them opened their eyes, they even unexpectedly curled up together by tacit accord, shrinking "one plus one" into one... no, make that one and a half. In the end, had Zhou Miao'an not come to knock on the door in person, the married couple probably still wouldn't have been willing to get up. Sinking-water agarwood wafted from the gilded incense burner inside the gauze curtains. Half-asleep, Han Zhi heard Zhou Miao'an knocking at the door, the vermilion ink from yesterday's case review still staining his cuffs. Su Zhen's hair brushed against the back of his hand, and the fetal movement in her belly made her curl up into the shape of a shrimp.