Isn't this just being coquettish? Su Xueli felt a shiver run through her body.
She tried to shake off his hand, but after several attempts, she couldn't; his hand was as tight as a vise.
"I feel dizzy, my stomach is full, and I throw up if I bend down to take off my shoes and socks. Oh dear, I feel like the whole room is spinning."
Su Xueli looked at him; he was holding his head in one hand, his eyes closed, and he looked quite drunk.
She couldn't bear it anymore, so she squatted down beside his feet and said, "Don't move, I'll wash you."
In her past life, although she tried her best to please him in a humble manner, she never actually washed his feet because he wouldn't allow her to touch him.
Even when he's drunk, he won't let her take care of him. He has a high alcohol tolerance and has never gotten completely drunk.
Su Xueli took off his shoes and socks, and put his feet in hot water to soak. She couldn't help but nag, "Aren't you supposed to be a good drinker? How did you get so drunk this time? You must have drunk a lot. You're a special forces soldier, don't you have any self-control...?"
He even argued, "Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere with me? That's why I drank so much."
Su Xueli patted his foot, "You're blaming me now? Then I won't let you go drinking again."
“People will say I’m afraid of my wife. I’ve already made that reputation in our village, and I can’t let it fall on my comrades as well.”
Su Xueli was startled and looked up to ask, "Who said you have a reputation for being afraid of your wife in our village?"
“Last time I went out to play in the street, people all said…”
Why did they say that?
"Because since I married you, I haven't gone out to play anymore, and I'm with you every day."
Su Xueli thought about it and fell silent. It was true. Whenever she did straw weaving, he would help her. Every time they went out, it was just the two of them.
Rural men in this era are very chauvinistic; they don't stay home with their wives, nor do they go out with them, and he embodies all of these traits.
Su Xueli chuckled and asked him, "Do you feel ashamed?"
He rolled his eyes and retorted, "Do you feel ashamed?"
Su Xueli was stumped by the question. Then she thought, "Anyway, I don't know how many days I'll be your husband, so what am I afraid of?"
She replied, "It's not shameful. Why would I care what's shameful about my own man?"
Wei Mingshen said, "I'm not ashamed of myself. What's shameful about being managed by my own wife? Besides, my wife is very good. She even washes my feet."
Su Xueli was rubbing his feet when she heard this and blushed. She then pinched the soles of his feet with difficulty.
To my surprise, he groaned comfortably, "Keep going, keep going, give me a good massage again."
Su Xueli was amused by his antics and, following his instructions, began massaging his feet. He, in turn, moaned with pleasure.
Su Xueli punched his leg lightly, "Why are you yelling so loudly? You're like a wild cat in heat."
Wei Mingshen grinned, "Who told my wife to take such good care of me?"
Su Xueli thought about it and realized that what he said was even more outrageous. He put down his feet, picked up a foot towel and vigorously wiped his feet. After wiping, he threw the foot towel on the ground, got up, went to the bedside, took off his clothes, and crawled into bed.
When Wei Mingshen saw her crawl into bed, he smiled mischievously, put on his slippers, and took out the foot bath water, showing no sign of drunkenness.
He took off his pants, crawled into bed, and started to whine, "Wife, my stomach feels uncomfortable, let me hold you while we sleep."
With her back to him, Su Xueli asked in a muffled voice, "Does holding me make your stomach feel better?"
"Yes, my stomach feels much more comfortable with your body pressed against it. Haven't you seen how our great leader always holds something to support his stomach when he has stomach pains while working?"
He also made his point logically and with evidence.
Su Xueli then said, "Then you should also put something on your stomach."
"What can I use to fill my stomach on this bed? Besides, I have a wife. Holding my wife is better than anything else."
"I won't let you hug me."
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" A burst of firecrackers suddenly rang out in the courtyard.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com