Wei Li did not sleep all night.

His mood fluctuated throughout the day, and he showed no signs of wanting to sleep; on the contrary, he was quite energetic.

He even felt that he could go to Tiangang City alone right now and retrieve the dog heads of Liu Huan and Wang Zhiyao.

Zhao Xiheng unconsciously turned over. He thought she was about to wake up. Wei Li's body trembled, then stiffened, wishing he could shrink into a crack in the ground.

After a moment, when her breathing was still even, Wei Li finally relaxed.

After a long while, he quietly walked over and got close to Zhao Xiheng.

She had a bandage wrapped around her forehead, and he gently kissed the corner of her mouth.

Having not shaved for two days, Wei Li's chin was covered in a patch of dark stubble. The stubble scraped against Zhao Xiheng's delicate skin, causing her to moan softly even in her sleep. Wei Li's pupils contracted again, fearing she would wake up, so he quickly ran out.

"Why haven't you left yet?" When Zhao Xiheng woke up in the morning, she looked at Wei Li, who was standing by her bedside with a bowl of porridge, looking energetic, and couldn't help but yawn and ask.

"I'll leave after you finish eating."

Zhao Xiheng reached out to take the porridge from him, saying, "What a hassle. I'm already so old, do I still need you to watch me eat?"

Wei Li raised his hand to dodge, then sat down on the edge of her bed. "Sit still, I'll feed you."

You've made something of yourself?

Zhao Xiheng looked him up and down, then coughed lightly, "Alright."

Since he was so willing to be enslaved, she wouldn't hold back; any further politeness would be disrespectful.

Wei Li took a bib and placed it around her neck.

"I'm not a child anymore," Zhao Xiheng muttered, tugging at her bib, but still didn't pull it off.

Wei Li blew on the congee. He had already asked the female physician; pregnancy usually causes most people to lose their appetite and vomit. They couldn't even eat delicacies, let alone bland congee. Just in case, Wei Li advised, "You've sent everyone in the manor away, and they won't be back for a while. You're also injured, so you can only drink this. You can eat other things after you're better. Don't be reluctant to eat..."

Zhao Xiheng bit down on the spoon and swallowed the porridge with gusto. She was starving and the idea of ​​not wanting to eat was simply impossible for her. "I'm done spitting out food. Give me some pickled vegetables."

Wei Li suddenly shut his mouth, feeling that his worries and concerns were unnecessary and had only moved himself.

He picked up a piece of coral grass and fed it to Zhao Xiheng.

"It's too big, I don't want it."

"Why don't you just open your mouth wider?"

"Those are as big as my face, how wide do I have to open my mouth to eat them?"

Coral grass grows in large clumps with horizontal branches, resembling coral spread out on the seabed. It is a nearly transparent pale yellow color. Like pickled radish strips and kimchi, the pickled coral grass is sweet, sour, slightly spicy, crisp, and refreshing.

After the two of them hesitated for a while, Wei Li gave in. He used a spoon as a knife, lowered his head, and painstakingly cut the coral grass into small pieces.

Zhao Xiheng stared at Wei Li's jet-black hair, biting her lower lip to suppress the smile on her face. The way he irritably chopped pickled vegetables was strangely amusing.

"Will this work?" Wei Li suddenly looked up, picked up a piece about the size of a thumb with his chopsticks, and asked her. If it didn't work, he would cut it into smaller pieces.

Who can blame him when Zhao Xiheng is such a delicate and pretentious woman, and she's also his wife?

"Okay, okay." Zhao Xiheng took the piece away.

Delicious! Crispy and salty, even better than jellyfish skin.

"Drink some porridge." Wei Li scooped up another spoonful and fed it to her.

"Hot, hot, hot," Zhao Xiheng complained, sticking out her tongue slightly.

Not only was it hot, but the amount of porridge fed to her was also a bit too much, with some spilling onto her bib. I originally thought we wouldn't need it, but it turns out this was a stroke of foresight.

Wei Li quickly lowered his head and blew on the porridge in the spoon, "This is just right."

"Too many."

He tossed half of it aside, then looked up at Zhao Xiheng, "Like this?"

The meal was a chaotic affair. After Zhao Xiheng was half full, she began to torment him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Either the porridge was a little too hot, or it was too cold; or the pickled vegetables were cut too big, or too small, so she couldn't taste them.

"You're so hard to please," Wei Li muttered, but still fulfilled all her needs.

It felt wonderful to be tormented like this. After finishing her meal, Zhao Xiheng rinsed her mouth and washed her face. She snuggled warmly under the covers and watched Wei Li drink the rest of her porridge.

"I had someone bring back the maids who used to be by your side last night. They can take care of you for now. Things have been so busy lately. I'll get the rest of the maids when I get back. Just stay home and don't go out and cause trouble. It's slippery and cold outside, or I'll crack your head open again." Wei Li was looking for something all over the room, and while searching for something, he didn't forget to give Zhao Xiheng these instructions.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Xiheng had half her face buried in the blankets, her dark eyes following Wei Li's figure as he scurried around the room. "What are you looking for?"

"The knife." He'd been away from home for so long he'd forgotten where he'd put his things.

"Which knife?" Wei Li has so many knives, did he keep them in his bedroom?

"The razor you use to shave."

Zhao Xiheng thought for a moment and vaguely remembered, "Move a little to the right, open that cabinet with the cloud pattern, and look at the fourth drawer from the left. See if it's in there?"

"Here? How did you know about this place?" Wei Li flipped it over and looked at himself in the mirror on Zhao Xiheng's dressing table. His pale, sharp chin was covered in bluish-green patches, making him look especially颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless,颓废, or颓废). Young people, everything grows quickly.

"Hmm." Zhao Xiheng was momentarily speechless when Wei Li asked her this. How did she know? Right, how did she know such private things? It seemed like she just knew. She even knew roughly where Wei Li's clothes were.

“This is my home, of course I know everything here! And I’m smart, I have a photographic memory.” Zhao Xiheng raised her chin, somewhat proudly.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xiheng exclaimed in surprise as she saw Wei Li getting close to her dressing table.

"Can I borrow your mirror?" Wei Li said nonchalantly; Zhao Xiheng's mirror was indeed large and clear.

"Get out of my way! You're not allowed to use it!" Zhao Xiheng quickly scolded him.

Wei Li was puzzled, "Why can't I use the mirror in my house?"

"There are so many bottles and jars on my desk, and the jewelry boxes are all open. If you leave anything in there, it'll be a real hassle to clean them up." Zhao Xiheng was practically pounding the bed. "You just can't use my dressing table! Get a different mirror!"

Wei Li's rebellious streak was stirred up. Normally, if Zhao Xiheng forbade him to use it, he would insist on using it anyway. But now that he had offended her, if he used her dressing table again, she would probably want to strangle him.

"Alright, alright, no need, no need. I really can't touch your things at all." Wei Li clicked his tongue, glanced at Zhao Xiheng's mirror with a hint of reluctance, and went into the washroom behind the screen.

"You're not allowed to touch it!" Even from a distance, the two of them would still exchange a few words.

Zhao Xiheng breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him move away from her bottles, jars, and sparkling jewelry. Men are such a hassle.

Wei Li was probably feeling guilty and ashamed, so he was unusually easy to talk to today. He said he wouldn't let her use it, and that was that.

If he could maintain his obedient behavior from today, she wouldn't have to be angry every day.

A short while later, Wei Li came out of the washroom. The stubble on his chin was gone, and his face was clean and tidy again. Now he looked like a twenty-year-old!

Zhao Xiheng started to find him slightly more pleasing to the eye; after all, she was always more tolerant of good-looking people.

Wei Li also changed his clothes, wearing a dark black outfit that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him look exceptionally tall and spirited.

Zhao Xiheng's gaze swept over him, finally settling on his waist.

A red leather belt cinched his waist, making his waist appear exceptionally slender.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. How could Wei Li's waist be so thin? Although her waist was thinner than Wei Li's now, it would definitely be thicker than his once her belly grew bigger. This put a lot of pressure on her.

"What's wrong? I didn't use your mirror, why are you still unhappy?" Her sadness was slightly obvious, so Wei Li walked over, squatted down and touched her face.

"I'm just a little sad because I'm going to become ugly, and my waist will get thicker and I won't look good anymore." Zhao Xiheng pouted; she was genuinely sad.

Although it hadn't happened, she couldn't help but think about it, and the more she thought about it, the sadder she became.

She was very beautiful!

Wei Li paused, never expecting her to be troubled by something like this, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort her. He wasn't good with sweet talk and couldn't say anything insincere, so he could only give her a quick peck on the cheek and say, "It's okay, if anyone dares to say you're ugly, I'll chop their neck off."

Zhao Xiheng was still lost in thought when she heard his words and burst out laughing. Wei Li was still the same as before, not knowing how to comfort people at all.

Anyway, she laughed, which meant she wasn't sad anymore. Wei Li breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she didn't need to say anything more to comfort her.

"I'm fine now, I'm not sad anymore, you can go now." Zhao Xiheng nudged him, urging him to leave quickly.

Wei Li stood up, put on the bundle of clothes on one side, and said, "Then I'm leaving. Remember to stay home as much as possible."

He gave the instructions again, and after taking only two steps, Zhao Xiheng suddenly called him back.

"Wait, come back here!"

Wei Li stepped back and tilted his head in confusion as he looked at her.

"Come closer and squat down." Zhao Xiheng's forehead was wrapped in gauze, making her already pitiful little face look even more delicate, making it hard for anyone to refuse her.

Wei Li approached and squatted down.

Zhao Xiheng took his hand, and Wei Li's face flushed red instantly.

She took Wei Li's hand, slipped it under the covers, and placed it on her lower abdomen.

Zhao Xiheng's cheeks flushed slightly, and she pouted, "I'll reluctantly let you touch it, did you get it?"

Wei Li was stunned and speechless for a moment.

She was slightly embarrassed, but Wei Li ignored her, saying, "If you didn't touch it, then forget it."