Agares frowned. The drunken brat, his face streaked with tears and his eyes red, was crying harder than the water from his shower: "Stop! Stop crying!"

Jiang Si couldn't stand still and slowed down.

With her tear-streaked eyes, she admired her cheap husband's naked upper body: 1...2...3...4...8-pack abs, chest muscles, firm arm muscles, broad shoulders and a narrow waist!

Water dripped from his short, spiky hair, his cold face was also covered in water droplets, which dripped down his chin, onto his body, down his chest muscles and abs, and rolled down into his towel...

well…

Jiang Si sighed inwardly, marveling at how incredibly well her cheap husband had wrapped himself in a bath towel, successfully avoiding the part she wanted to see.

Life is hard, getting meat is hard, stewing meat is even harder, and eating meat is out of the question.

"stop……"

"Husband~" Jiang Si's soft voice interrupted Agares's words. She steeled her heart, quickened her pace, her face covered in tears, her outstretched arms revealing the beauty of her chest through her bra straps.

Sudden……

Just as she reached Agares, Jiang Si slipped and fell forward, hurtling towards Agares.

"Jiang Jiang!" Agares stepped forward, called out to her in a trembling voice, and stretched out his strong arm to catch her.

Jiang Si's teary eyes darted around, and she pulled her arm back, trying to avoid her cheap husband's outstretched arm, her goal being to grab his bath towel.

Unexpectedly, she was not fast enough to outrun Agares, and she was pulled into his arms, her face colliding with his chest muscles.

I was already in tears from the spiciness of the chili peppers, but now it was like a dam bursting, and I was suddenly overcome with tears, crying out loud.

Agares' muscles tensed. Hearing his wife's cries, he didn't even have time to turn off the shower before carrying her out of the bathroom and placing her on the bed.

His burning fingers tugged at the strap of her tank top that had slipped off her shoulder, only to find that her transparent red nightgown was already wet, clinging to her body as if she were naked.

Agares' breathing quickened; the heat suppressed by the cold water gushed out instantly, and his body heated up again, the hot current rushing in...

"Honey, you broke your promise, hiccup~" Jiang Si sat on the bed, swinging her legs, hiccuping as she accused her cheap husband, "You said you'd come to be with me soon, but you didn't come! You liar, liar... hiccup~~"

Agares' breathing was heavy, his eyes dark. "Jiang Jiang, be good, don't cry, okay?"

My cheap husband's husky voice is even more beautiful when it's hoarse, with a repressed and restrained quality that makes people especially curious about what he would become if he stopped being so restrained and repressed.

"I'm not good, I'm not good, why should I be good? You broke your promise, why are you telling me to be good? I've waited for you for so long and you still haven't come, and you still tell me to be good? You're the real bad guy!" Jiang Si cried, wiping away her tears with her hands, kicking her legs on the bed with her right heel.

He cursed inwardly, then smeared the chili peppers all over his hands into his eyes. Not only did the tears not stop, they flowed even more profusely.

What if there's no meat, no minced meat, no soup, and all I get is my eyes blinded by the chili?

Damn it!

Is she the legendary unlucky person who tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, who shot herself in the foot, and who even choked on cold water?

Accused by his young wife, Agares, breathing heavily, apologized, "Yes, yes, I'm a big bad guy, I'm a bad guy, I didn't keep my word, Jiang Jiang, be good!"

Good boy my foot.

Jiang Si inwardly complained, not daring to wipe her tears with her hands. She wanted to raise her arm to wipe them, but suddenly, her lips felt heavy, and a hot breath brushed against her nose.

Her eyes widened instantly, her mouth slightly agape, staring in disbelief at her husband's handsome face so close to hers. Had her husband kissed her lips?

Pooh!

They're still kissing!

He kissed her very gently, very solemnly, as if afraid that a single heavy touch would break her, gently kissing her lips.

With tears streaming down her face, a belly full of bad intentions, a desire for candy, and a craving for meat, she stuck out her tongue and licked her cheap husband's lips!

Just as she started licking, her cheap husband suddenly sat up, his naked chest heaving. He took out one of his military green shirts from his personal storage device and placed it in her hand, his voice hoarse and deep: "Your pajamas are wet again. Change your clothes, be careful not to catch a cold. I'll go put on some clothes too!"

Jiang Si looked down at the shirt in her hand, which was as thick as a block of tofu, and then at her cheap husband who was already staggering towards the bathroom. She wanted to curse him out...

wrong!

He cursed Bo Jichen!

It's all because of this scoundrel! What kind of students did he teach? Can't he just give us a straight answer about whether they're even capable?

She's not unreasonable, and she's not incapable of treatment. If she treats the symptoms, she can definitely help him regain his masculine vigor.

Now he's run away again, and he's taking a cold shower?

If that's really not working, then taking frequent cold showers will only make things worse.

Jiang Si sighed deeply, licked her lips, and thought, "Well, it's already a huge step forward that my cheap husband can kiss me. My gender requirements are too high for now."

While comforting herself, she cursed Bo Jichen's entire family and ancestors for eighteen generations, not even sparing Jiang Dandan. Then she unfolded her cheap husband's dark green shirt, took off her wet, transparent red lace camisole nightgown, threw it on the ground, and put on her cheap husband's shirt.

Jiang Si sighed again. She recalled how, in books and novels, it was described that after making love with her husband to the point of ecstasy, she would take a shower and wear his shirt, the length of which was just enough to cover her buttocks, leaving her thighs exposed…

Where is the shirt she's wearing now?

The shirt wasn't see-through, but it was actually a bit thick. I had to change three buttons to see my chest. It was so loose that it could fit two of her in one, and the length covered half of her thighs.

With that outfit, who would she tempt?

A cheap husband is really...

Absolutely amazing!

One word!

That's absolutely amazing!

Jue Jiangsi lay down on the bed, letting the burning sensation in her eyes flow like a spring, crying silently.

I regret it so much, I'm filled with remorse. It wasn't worth it to hurt myself like that; it wasn't an equal exchange at all.

If that old, immortal vampire knew she'd made herself cry so much just to get a bite of meat, he'd definitely stand there with his hands on his hips, laughing at her, then point at her nose and say in a really greasy way, "So what if it's meat? Come on, I'll give you all my blood!"

Pooh!

Where did this unwanted overthinking come from?

With a creak!

The bathroom door was opened again.

Jiang Si turned her head to the side, her eyes still brimming with tears, and saw her cheap husband, dressed in a dark green short-sleeved shirt and trousers, walking over with a small, folded towel. He bent down and wiped her face with the towel. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression solemn and focused, and his voice was hoarse as he coaxed her apologetically, "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Wipe your tears, and I'll hold you to sleep..."