Zheng Tong looked at his determined expression and huffed, "Alright! Wait until you're better to wash!"
Duan Feixun: "..."
It seems the wife isn't taking the bait!
He can't be too hasty. If he does, won't his intentions be exposed!
So, he very "obediently" nodded: "Okay!"
Zheng Tong: "..."
At night, during dinner, since both of Duan Feixun's palms were injured, Zheng Tong fed him, and he was very happy, opening his mouth wide like a child.
This gesture made Zheng Tong laugh!
"Wife, I'm actually quite easy to take care of!" Duan Feixun said, "I eat everything!"
"Yes indeed! You're a country bumpkin!" Zheng Tong laughed, "You said it yourself, you're a rough guy, naturally easy to take care of!"
Duan Feixun chuckled: "Whatever my wife gives, I'll eat!"
While eating, he was sweating, although in pain, with Zheng Tong by his side, he still felt happy.
After the two finished their meal, Zheng Tong cleaned up a bit, and Duan Feixun got out of bed.
