"Stop it, I'm going to wash my face!"
Yang Ming always wanted to hug her. Who knows what it would be like when her body got better.
Xiaoxiao, feeling embarrassed, broke free and trotted out the door to freshen up in the outer room.
Yang Ming watched his wife's retreating figure, his lips involuntarily curling into a smile. He touched his own face, thinking that perhaps smiling more often wouldn't be such a bad idea.
After freshening up, Xiaoxiao brought the food into the room, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I have."
"..." How deeply had she slept? Yang Ming had eaten and taken his medicine without her knowing at all.
"Then you go lie down on the kang; I'll eat first."
Xiaoxiao was really hungry. She set the table on the kang and started to devour her food, completely disregarding any ladylike image.
Yang Ming sat by her side on the kang after climbing up, watching his wife eat and occasionally wiping her mouth, "Eat slowly, don't choke."
