"Second Brother, I have sothing to do," Lin Junyang said, bracing himself.
"Little Brother, I also have sothing to do," Mu Wanxin had long been used to her little brother abandoning her after crossing the river, so she responded naturally. After speaking, she didn’t forget to give her husband a pitiful look, seeking comfort for her soul.
Shen Wenxuan pulled Mu Wanxin’s small hand and stepped aside, trying to minimize their presence.
He knew his wife’s habit well—getting hands-on with cute things. He clearly felt that An Ran’s soft and cute calls had darkened Mu Xingfeng’s face. His wife still dared to step forward and take advantage of An Ran.
Although his brother-in-law’s jealousy was inexplicable, for the safety of the couple, he decided to keep an eye on his wife.
Mu Xingfeng ignored the two of them, went to the bathroom, washed a warm towel, and ca to the bedside.
An Ran looked at her man with a dark face, confused. Could this be a side effect of Instructor Mu’s unfulfilled desires?
Mu Xingfeng saw his little wife staring at him with wide eyes, thinking she hadn’t fully woken up. He took her little hand and began to wipe it seriously.
"Hungry? Sister brought seafood porridge, want to eat a bit?"
An Ran felt a surge of emotion seeing Mu Xingfeng personally wiping her hands. Growing up, besides her grandmother, no one had treated her this way.
Mu Wanxin, standing aside, was also in tears. The pig they raised not only knew how to tend cabbages but could cook them, sweet and sour even.
"Instructor Mu, I want to brush my teeth, my mouth feels bitter."
Probably because she had slept for several days, An Ran felt her mouth dry and bitter. She wondered if Mu Xingfeng had felt it when they kissed the previous night.
Mu Xingfeng placed the towel on the table, bent down to take out the shoes, held onto a small foot, and began to put the shoe on ticulously.
Mu Wanxin’s mouth fell open, incredulous at her brother.
Shen Wenxuan embraced her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Envy next ti, hubby will put shoes on for you too."
Lin Junyang belched contentedly, feeling satisfied. This display of affection was rich indeed.
But could you all leave so room for a single dog?
An Ran looked at the man bending over to put shoes on her, feeling a bit embarrassed, especially in front of others.
"Mu Xingfeng, I can do it myself, I’m not that weak," she said, bending over to pick up her other shoe.
Mu Xingfeng grabbed her little hand, "Wife, let hubby do it. Hubby wants to serve you."
No one could understand the emotions he felt when he saw An Ran fall into the water. Watching her quietly lying in bed these days, Mu Xingfeng’s guilt had not ceased for a mont.
Now that An Ran was awake, he only wanted to show through actions that he wanted to be good to her, unconditionally good.
How could An Ran not know Mu Xingfeng’s thoughts?
At that mont, she was dragged onto a speedboat by her captors, and Mu Xingfeng, disregarding the bullets and danger, frantically chased after them. The scene replayed in her mind.
Such a strong person, such a loving person, personally witnessing her fall into the sea. If not for guilt and worry, how could he have stayed by her side day and night for days?
Her hand paused in mid-air and then switched direction to gently, carefully stroke his face, filled with imnse love and tenderness.
After putting on the shoes, Mu Xingfeng held the small hand on his face and kissed it gently.
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