Ji Chicheng watched Ji Anning walk away, chuckled dotingly, quickened his pace to catch up with her, wrapped his arm around her small waist, and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Wife, don't listen to him, that old man is just jealous because he can't have any fun in bed like us."
Being called "wife" made Ji Anning's heart flutter, feeling both shy and delighted.
She pouted and ignored him, but her hand quietly snaked behind him, encircling his waist.
In her heart, she silently called him, husband.
Her husband, the cold and proud husband.
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"Once you finish these medications, just come back for a checkup next month."
In the hospital, mornings are always busy, sometimes leaving no time for a sip of water.
In front of him sat a teenager of about sixteen or seventeen, holding a bunch of medicine. He was concentrating on explaining to the teenager how to use the medication.
