"Haha, you're a tiger-fighting hero now. As your wife, I can't embarrass you, right?"

Yang Fan never expected that Liu Qingru would actually say such a thing.

But just as Yang Fan was about to say something, Liu Qingru quickly said, "Stop talking about this and go wash up. My head seems to be getting more and more dizzy. I don't know if I have a cold."

Yang Fan: “…”

After finally finishing the shower, Yang Fan endured the invasion of his inner demons and not only wiped Liu Qingru's body clean, but also carried her to the bed.

Next, Yang Fan took out a talisman for curing diseases and stuck it on Liu Qingru's forehead without saying a word. A golden light flashed, and the next second, Liu Qingru's pale face turned rosy.

"Yang Fan, what kind of talisman is this?" Liu Qingru asked Yang Fan curiously.

"This is called a disease-eliminating talisman. No matter what disease you have, just stick this talisman on your body and you will recover immediately." Yang Fan explained patiently.

"Hmm? So, we don't have to be hospitalized when we are sick in the future?" Liu Qingru's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes! You won't have to get injections anymore." Yang Fan looked at Liu Qingru unhappily.

“Swish!”

Without any warning, Liu Qingru suddenly reached out a hand, gently stroked Yang Fan's hair, and said softly, "Hubby, thank you."

Yang Fan was startled at once. He quickly took a step back, touched his forehead, and a look of panic flashed across his face.

"Um... you lie down on the bed and rest for a while. I'll go wash the dirty clothes..."

After saying this, Yang Fan fled the room, leaving Liu Qingru lying quietly on the bed alone.

After a moment, Liu Qingru's lips curled up slightly, and she muttered to herself: "Is this still my husband? Why does he feel like a different person? But... when he's shy, he's actually quite cute."

…?