"I'm a bit tired, can't lift my hands." Chu Heng showed a vulnerable expression, looking utterly exhausted, with his words carrying a hidden meaning.
Ye Muyu was shocked by his thick-skinned behavior, widened her eyes, and couldn't help but touch his forehead, incredulously saying, "No fever, why are you talking nonsense?"
Chu Heng, who found an opportunity to get close to his wife: "..."
Chu Heng was somewhat frustrated, but didn't mention it.
He wasn't deliberately difficult with Ye Muyu, so he soon sat properly beside her and slowly started sipping the soup.
The soup was very fresh, with tofu skin, mushrooms, and vermicelli in it.
"When did you come back?" Ye Muyu's face was no longer red. Seeing Chu Heng holding the bowl steadily, not at all seeming genuinely weak, the guilt in her heart lessened a bit. She feared that Chu Heng was truly uncomfortable, and she had refused him...
Thinking of this, she couldn't bear it any longer.
