the next day.
It's a sunny morning.
After waking up, Liu Zhiyuan secretly used her fingers to trace Song Ling's deep facial features.
She looked at the man beside her with joy. It felt different to wake up in his arms.
Compared to every morning before, she was truly overflowing with happiness.
There is a smell of disinfectant in the ward, but she regards the smell of disinfectant as happiness.
The reflection of her delicate cheeks is charming under the light, a smile graces the corners of her lips, and a light breath floats in the air.
Two people sleep in one bed.
This feeling of intimacy was truly beautiful. She breathed easily, and every fiber of her being felt grounded and secure.
In his arms, she felt really happy.
She could clearly feel the man's heartbeat, which was so strong that it was like two hearts fitting together, beating to the rhythm of happiness.
She stared at him blindly, not even realizing that the man was awake.
Song Ling opened his empty eyes. Although he couldn't see her face, he could feel her breath and breathe her breath, and her little hand was already gently placed on his cheek.
A big hand raised up and grabbed her small hand: "How long have you been peeking at me?"
Liu Zhiyuan suddenly smiled shyly: "Not long, just half an hour."
"Does it look good?"
"nice!"
"anthomaniac!"
"Hate!"
“A delight to the eyes, never tire of watching it!”
The two of them were bickering on the bed, and Liu Zhiyuan suddenly realized that her lines had been stolen by this person.
She laughed, "If you steal my lines, you have to pay copyright fees."
Song Ling said seriously: "All my money is yours."
Liu Zhiyuan was moved by these simple words. Her eyes were red: "Husband, can we always bicker happily like this?"
It was clearly a bickering, but the tide turned and it became touching.
"Are you touched again? As expected, pregnant women are prone to mood swings." Song Ling ruffled her hair, licked his lips, and reached out to touch her abdomen: "Are you hungry?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded. "A little hungry."
"Then get up, I'll have breakfast with you."
"good."
The two of them cuddled in bed for a while and then got up.
While having breakfast together, Liu Zhiyuan asked, "Husband, are you happy?"
Song Ling nodded, "Happy."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I feel very happy too. My definition of happiness today is that having Song Ling is happiness."
Today the maid made noodles for the two of them, and Liu Zhiyuan habitually picked out some ginger slices to feed Song Ling.
This scene happened to be seen by Ya Tong who pushed the door in. Her fingers froze, and the warmth of her fingertips instantly faded.
She remembered that Brother Ling didn't eat ginger slices, he had never eaten it.
When I ate with her before, we would both pick ginger slices together.
Only a few years. Had his ingrained habits changed?
how so?
She observed Brother Ling's reaction after eating the ginger slices, and she thought Song Ling would frown to express disgust.
However, no.
Song Ling naturally chewed it into pieces and swallowed it.
Liu Zhiyuan naturally enjoyed Song Ling's sacrifice. After eating a few bites, she picked out some ginger slices and fed them to Song Ling.
Chew happily with your mouth open.
After seeing this, Yatong was so angry that she felt dizzy. From last night until now, she was so angry that she couldn't eat anything.
Seeing Song Ling sacrifice himself for Liu Zhiyuan, she felt really distressed and jealous.
She really couldn't help but step forward and say hello: "Good morning, sister-in-law, good morning, brother Ling."
Liu Zhiyuan was really shocked by Yatong's fighting ability.
She must have been so angry that she was hurt before she went back last night. She thought Yatong would take a break today, but she didn't expect Yatong to be so active.
She was very curious about Yatong's tolerance for being abused.
She also smiled, "Good morning, Sister Yatong."
Yatong smiled like a flower,
"Are you having breakfast? Oh, sister-in-law, did I see you give ginger to Brother Ling just now? Don't you know that Brother Ling never likes ginger slices? Whenever he encounters ginger, he always picks it out. Like me, he is not used to the taste of ginger slices."
Liu Zhiyuan listened, raised her eyes and looked at her, and said lightly: "Oh, you are talking about the past. My husband didn't eat ginger slices before, but now he is used to the taste of ginger slices. Honey, you don't hate it, right?"
Song Ling nodded. He was now really used to the taste of ginger slices.
At first, Liu Zhiyuan punished him by giving him ginger slices, but he gradually got used to it.
Habits can sometimes become deeply ingrained. As he ate it more and more, he not only got used to it, but also fell in love with the taste of ginger slices.
Ya Tong's face turned pale, but she still said gently, "So that's how it is. It seems that Brother Ling really is accommodating to his sister-in-law."
A happy smile appeared on Liu Zhiyuan's face. "That's for sure. A man who dotes on his wife is the most handsome. If he doesn't dote on me, who will he dote on?"
Yatong felt sick in her heart, but she couldn't help but think of her purpose today.
She pretended to be envious: "Sister-in-law, you are so cute. If I were a man, I would like you too."
Liu Zhiyuan giggled, "Hubby, sister Yatong praised me. You must cherish me."
This time, Yatong took the initiative to sit on the sofa, and then added, "Sister-in-law, you asked me to chat with you yesterday, so I came. The infusion is not until ten o'clock in the morning, so it doesn't matter if I stay here. Why don't we chat together to kill time."
After Liu Zhiyuan asked the maid to wash the dishes, she walked over to help Song Ling massage his temples.
She nodded and whispered, "Okay, it's not interesting anyway, let's just chat together."
Song Ling sometimes gets headaches because his brain is congested.
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