He Teng's chest quivered slightly as he held He Zhilan and chuckled softly, "This is quite good. If I have any other wishes now, it's just that I hope my wife gets healthier day by day, just like before, so she can practice some martial arts with me, go to the shooting range, and practice shooting skills."
"I'm sleeping!" He Zhilan responded to He Teng with just three words.
Since having the child, He Zhilan's daily routine synced up with the baby's. When the baby sleeps, she has nothing to do, she sleeps too. Anyway, He Teng is worried about her getting tired and doesn't let her take on any work. Father He has also taken over the household chores completely and doesn't let her touch a thing, so she has nothing to do but sleep.
When the child wakes up, she wakes up too, plays with the child, or carries the child around the supermarket. Now, when asked to live as healthily as she used to with the army, He Zhilan can only think of one word—difficult.
