He spoke, reaching out past An Ran, looking at the already matched shirt and tie inside, "Honey, I think the blue shirt looks more spirited; I think I have a blue shirt."
"No, haven’t you heard? Red with blue is unappealing; that’s why I chose purple," An Ran directly vetoed Mu Xingfeng’s suggestion.
Just hearing this, the man laughed out loud, "Honey, where did you hear that from? Do you think your man would be unappealing?"
An Ran turned back to seriously look at Mu Xingfeng; since he returned, she seed to not have carefully looked at him.
In two weeks, the man’s hair had grown a bit; the beard must have been shaved on the way back, his chin was clean, but the dark circles under his eyes indicated that Mu Xingfeng definitely hadn’t rested well during this ti.
Although his eyes were full of tender affection, they couldn’t hide the haggard look on his face.
"Honey, what’s wrong?"
Before Mu Xingfeng could finish, his lips were already softly covered...
Just then, the man suddenly ca back to his senses, reached out to press down the small hand on his waist, his voice hoarse with teasing, "Honey, what are you doing?"
An Ran didn’t speak, lowering her head to continue her actions.
"Honey, we have to get up early tomorrow," Mu Xingfeng tried to stop her actions again.
An Ran hastily raised her head, eyes reddening, "Let go of ."
Facing An Ran’s misty eyes, his heart grew increasingly guilty.
"Honey, don’t make a fuss, okay? Let’s rest, hubby’s a bit tired."
After speaking, he directly took his pajamas, intending to change in the bathroom.
"No need to go to the bathroom, I’ll go sleep with Xiao Xiao; once I leave, you can change here."
Behind him, the girl’s voice sounded, making Mu Xingfeng’s body freeze; turning around, he saw An Ran picking up her pajamas, about to walk out the door.
"Honey," Mu Xingfeng stepped forward to hold her, "Honey, why are you going to sleep with Xiao Xiao?"
An Ran held the door handle, maintaining a posture of opening the door, "I’m afraid I’ll be an eyesore here. Since you don’t want to see, then I won’t look anymore. Never look. Mu Xingfeng, you big bad guy."
As she spoke, tears "plopped" down, falling just onto the man’s hand at his waist.
The warm teardrop burned into his heart; Mu Xingfeng imdiately panicked.
"Honey, don’t cry; hubby’s really fine, just a little injury, the wound is too ugly, afraid that you’d despise it. If you want to see it, hubby will show you. Just promise hubby, after you see it, don’t cry even more fiercely."
An Ran finally nodded, watching as he undid his clothes to reveal the bandage at his waist, with so bloodstains on the side.
"When did you get injured? Why is there still blood?" Without waiting for Mu Xingfeng to continue, An Ran first reached out to carefully open the bandage.
On the side of the waist, there’s a wound five centiters long; the wound is indeed not deep, just a knife wound, with the skin on both sides of the wound bulging slightly, looking quite hideous, and still oozing blood.
"What did you do? Why didn’t you treat the wound? Don’t you know it can get infected?" An Ran didn’t care about anything else, hurriedly took the dical box to start treating his wound.
Seeing his little wife in a state of urgency, Mu Xingfeng breathed a sigh of relief; afraid she’d start crying, he realized that if he’d known his little wife would only be anxious to treat his wound, he wouldn’t have hidden it, seems he underestimated his wife.
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