Yan Yuanfei looked at her back affectionately, as if he wanted to engrave her in his heart with just one look, and as if he would never see her again after this look.
The porridge that Wen Ruoshui had been keeping in the casserole was still hot, so he brought it over and fed it to him.
Yan Yuanfei had just woken up, and his appetite was not very good. He only ate less than half a bowl and couldn't eat anymore. After drinking half a glass of water, his complexion finally looked much better, no longer as transparent and pale as if he was on the verge of death.
When Wen Ruoshui was clearing away the dishes, he got out of bed, seemed to be in good spirits, and followed her to the kitchen.
"Together." Yan Yuanfei hugged her from behind, held her small hand with his big skinny hand, and washed the dishes with her.
Wen Ruoshui, who had her back turned to him, could only feel the man's endless tenderness, but could not see the reluctance and sadness and despair spreading on the brows in his eyes. The pain permeated every cell in his body.
"Husband." Wen Ruoshui's voice was gentle, a smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes were filled with broken tears: "Do you think we will always be so happy and loving?"
Ever since they got together, they had never quarreled or gotten angry over anything. Every time she lost her temper, he would always give in and coax her.
He had such a good temper that he doted on her to the point of being lawless. The words she said were all lies. If he was gone, where would she find another man like him who could indulge all her bad tempers
"Yes." Yan Yuanfei responded in a low voice, his voice a bit hoarse, but very gentle.
He always wanted a little more time, a little more time, even if it was just a little bit of time, he wanted to be with her, watching her and guarding her.
Wen Ruoshui smiled and raised her head, kissed the man's chin, and was a little itchy by his beard stubble. She looked at him with crooked eyebrows: "Hubby, it's time for you to shave."
Yan Yuanfei leaned forward, kissed her smooth forehead tenderly with lips so pale that there was no trace of blood, and said with a smile: "Well, you can help me shave after washing the dishes."
Wen Ruoshui nodded: "How about tomorrow morning?"
"No." Yan Yuanfei shook his head: "Ayan has something to do with me. I'm going to see him soon. Please help me dress up!"
Wen Ruoshui muttered strangely: "It's so late, can't we go tomorrow?"
What's the emergency? A Yan is not a careless person. He knows that Brother Yan has just woken up, so he shouldn't bother him.
"It must be a very important thing." Yan Yuanfei smiled softly, and when he looked at her, he was filled with nostalgia: "Don't worry, I will be back soon."
"Yes." Wen Ruoshui nodded: "Ayan is looking for you, it must be something very important, but you can't be too tired, you know?"
"Don't worry, wife, I'll come back to sleep with you." Yan Yuanfei kissed her ear tenderly and said hoarsely: "Warm the bed and wait for me."
Wen Ruoshui's body couldn't help but tremble, and she muttered: "We are already an old couple, but we are still too old to be serious."
Yan Yuanfei laughed softly and retorted to her: "How can an old couple never get over the seven-year itch!"
The two of them washed the dishes and tidied up.
Wen Ruoshui helped him wash his face and shave, and chose a warm camel-colored coat for him with a white turtleneck sweater underneath. He happily adjusted the collar for him: "My husband is still the most handsome."
Although the man was very thin, so thin that he lost his appearance, his outstanding temperament was still so superior that people could ignore his appearance.
(End of chapter)