The absence of those heart-fluttering monts is because they’ve already grown accustod to each other’s presence, and are very familiar with each other’s bodies and personalities. Occasionally slacking off in their interactions is normal.
It’s not that they don’t care about themselves, but as for n, they really can’t be too spoiled.
Dong Huiying is worried about another matter.
It’s only been a few years, yet their relationship seems to have already entered a phase of fatigue. With a long life ahead, and decades to live together, if their pattern of interaction continues like this, if this fatigue worsens, could there be a day when...
The passionate love they once had is washed away by ti, no longer existing?
Shu Yu is right; she is indeed a very tolerant person, but tolerance doesn’t an she lacks a sense of concern.
The more she cares, the more she wants to hold tight. She fears the passage of ti, fears the magic of years, much like human mory. No matter how profound the mory, no matter how thrilling in the past, be it heartbreak or vows, through years, it will eventually be washed away by ti.
She fears that one day, the bond between her and them will turn to blandness.
"Co on, co on, get up quickly and taste my cooking!"
Shujun placed the tray on the small cabinet beside the bed, helped his wife sit up, then with a fawning smile, tucked a pillow behind her waist so she could sit more comfortably.
He picked up a bowl from the tray, filled with golden millet porridge that had been simred. He rembered hearing his wife say that this porridge is the best for nourishing the stomach, and drinking porridge in the morning is best for the body.
He scooped up a small spoon of the thick golden porridge, blew on it gently, and then tested the temperature with his lips.
Hmm, just the right temperature, neither cold nor too hot, just perfect for eating!
"Here, ah~~~" Shujun smiled, signaling for his wife to open her mouth quickly.
Dong Huiying kept a straight face, but was actually holding back laughter inside.
"Hmph!" She turned her head, "Do you know your mistake now?"
A mischievous glance flew towards Shujun, he was stunned for a mont, then imdiately nodded like a pounding garlic, his smile even more ingratiating, saying flatteringly: "Wrong, wrong, Sansan knows he was wrong! Xiao Hui, don’t be mad at Sansan, you’ve always loved Sansan the most, right?"
With that, he snuggled up against his wife’s shoulder like a big dog, looking pitiful and almost in tears.
"If you don’t care about Sansan, here, Sansan feels so much pain!" He wanted to make a gesture like Xi Shi pressing her heart to show his sadness, but with his left hand holding the bowl and his right hand holding the spoon, he could only glance seductively at his own chest, hinting for his wife to look—his chest was about to burst open!
Dong Huiying’s cheeks twitched hard, this person is truly... a character!
However, she still tried hard to keep a straight face, speaking in a cold tone: "Oh dear? How could Third Master make a mistake? Third Master is a very capable person, but who was it, I wonder, who once told that he started Huizi Store for , nad it using the ’Hui’ from my na, so that no matter where I go, there would be a place to eat and stay, and that seeing the shops outside would remind of soone. But after all, I do understand."
Dong Huiying made a sighing, rueful gesture and said: "It’s understandable that as the business grows bigger, Third Master gets busier and busier."
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