When Xiang Zhilan complained to Shen Muzhi that her bust size had increased and she needed to buy new bras, Shen Muzhi laughed and said, "That's a perk for me."
In just over a month, they have slowly recovered from their initial pain, and their hearts have become even closer.
"I knew you were just using this as an excuse. I'm not really in postpartum confinement, you're just deliberately making me drink so much papaya and pig's feet soup." Xiang Zhilan patted his head with a pillow.
"Let me measure it and see how effective it is." Shen Mu's hand reached out and grabbed it.
"Pervert!" Xiang Zhilan hit him again with a pillow, but he didn't resist much.
When two people are deeply in love, this is a form of playful banter and flirting.
"It seems to have grown a bit too long; I can't even hold it in one hand anymore." Shen Muzhi leaned over and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Since you've called me that, I won't take the name for granted. I'll show you what a pervert really is."
Xiang Zhilan deliberately avoided him, laughed and joked with him for a while, and then he caught her in his arms.
They hadn't done that intimate thing in a long time, and they both missed each other.
Xiang Zhilan didn't stand on ceremony. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pressing her ample breasts against his chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she rose and fell.
"Wife." Shen Muzhi's throat tightened slightly. He longed for intimacy but was afraid of hurting her, so he never dared to have any romantic thoughts.
“Even if I were to actually have postpartum confinement, it would be over by now.” Xiang Zhilan knew what he was worried about, and smiled as she leaned close to his ear and said, “I asked the doctor, and actually, it could have been done a week ago.”
Shen Muzhi lowered his head and captured her bright red lips, while his other hand moved wildly.
Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the romantic atmosphere in the room.
Xiang Zhilan pushed Shen Muzhi away and scolded, "Go answer the phone quickly."
Shen Mu got out of bed, picked up his phone, and saw that it was Xin Zikai calling, so he immediately answered.
A month ago, Su Yan fainted at home. Xin Zikai took her to the hospital and learned that her old illness had relapsed.
Finally, after Xin Zikai's strong persuasion, Su Yan accepted hospitalization for treatment.
The situation was relatively stable at first, but it suddenly changed today. The white blood cell count spiked and the situation became critical.
"Okay, I understand." Shen Muzhi frowned, lowered his hand, and looked at his wife.
Seeing that his expression was off during the call, Xiang Zhilan asked anxiously, "Has something happened to Su Yan?"
"Yes, he's fallen into a coma; the situation is dangerous." Shen Muzhi's expression was tense.
Xiang Zhilan pursed her lips and asked seriously, "Can we do the transplant right away?"
"No, your body can't take it." Shen Muzhi originally planned for her to rest for at least two months to get her condition back in order.
Moreover, the doctor had said that Su Yan was stable, so he thought that at least it could be delayed.
“If we don’t do it right away, she won’t be able to hold on. At most, I can help her recover after I donate.” Xiang Zhilan hugged him and leaned against his chest, saying, “I know you’re worried about me. I don’t doubt you anymore, and I won’t test you anymore. I really want to save her.”
“You just had a miscarriage, which will affect your health. Even doctors might not agree to it.” Shen Muzhi still felt it was not a safe bet.
“If I watch her just die like that, I’ll never have peace of mind for the rest of my life, and you’ll feel uneasy too. If you remember her for the rest of your life, wouldn’t I be at a huge loss?” Xiang Zhilan’s last sentence was a joke to force him to back down.
Shen Muzhi knew she was joking. They were now in sync and there would be no more misunderstandings between them, which was why they could speak so freely.
Xiang Zhilan finally conceded, shaking his arm and saying, "At most, I'll go to the hospital for a physical exam tomorrow and let the doctor determine if my physical condition is suitable for donation, okay?"
Shen Muzhi was at a loss with her. He used to crave her gentleness and coquettishness, but now he was actually using that skill on this matter.
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