He was holding hot sugar water in his hand. The walls of the bowl were hot, but the man brought it into the house as if he didn't notice.

There was trouble in the room. Lu Chunyu, who was in so much pain that he couldn't get out of bed, had a pale face and looked at people pitifully.

"I want to drink sour plum soup, but my mouth has no taste and it makes me feel uncomfortable."

She deliberately avoided looking at the man's hand holding the bowl, and the sweet syrup with the smell of Chinese medicine wafted towards her nose.

He wrinkled his nose, said nothing, and turned his face away in disgust.

Song Yunyi seemed to be blind to the resistance on the face of his wife who was throwing a tantrum beside the bed.

He put the sugar water on a high stool beside him. The man wiped his hands and looked at his wife who had turned her back and ignored him, as if she was in a bad mood.

The man was just like an ordinary man. When he got older, he finally got a beautiful wife.

His wife was much younger than him, at the age of a budding flower, in full bloom, and she had bewitched the rough man, now nearly thirty, so much that he was dizzy and lost his way.

I went through a lot of trouble to get a wife, a delicate and soft little wife.

I pamper you so much and love you so much that I want to hold you in my arms and hold you in my mouth. It hurts so much.

The young wife is arrogant and spoiled, and she needs to be coaxed and loved every day.

"Didn't the court doctor say that sour plum soup is irritating to the spleen and stomach? Drinking it for a long time can easily cause spleen and stomach deficiency and coldness. Besides, you're going to have a good time soon, and it won't take more than a few days..."

As he climbed onto the bed, the man reached out to grab his wife's shoulder, but was twisted away.

The next second, looking at his empty hand, the man was not angry, but... a little funny.

The man smiled at his wife's slender back, stretched out his long arms, and good-temperedly took her into his arms, coaxing her with sweet words for a long time.

He coaxed the cold-faced little woman in his arms into smiling a little, and then brought her some sweet brown sugar water.

Blowing it cool, taking small sips, he wished he could feed it mouth to mouth to his frowning and disgusted little wife.