As Ne’zha finished his chores and put away his weapons, you managed to put the kids to bed, despite their stubborn refusal to sleep. Eventually, though, you got them to finally settle down, and you wearily walked toward your shared bedroom.

After a few minutes of lying on the bed with your face buried beneath the sheets, Ne’zha walked in. He paused for a moment upon seeing you, unmoving and silent, a smirk forming on his lips. Crossing his arms, he sauntered over to the side of the bed and sat down beside you.

“So… is my poor wifey exhausted? What a shame~”