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"You just do nothing but hold me. Don't you have anything to do? What does it look like for you to stay here with me all day?" Jiang San pushed Jiuli's shoulder, but when he couldn't push her away, he put his hands around Jiuli's neck, his tone full of sweetness.

"You said you liked me before, but what have you become now? You change so quickly?" Jiuli clenched her hands, but didn't say a word.

"No way. I like it now too, and it's just because my wife seems to have nothing to do these days," Jiang San muttered softly with his cheek against Jiuli's face.

"You haven't been waiting for me here all this time, have you?" Jiang San thought for a moment and spoke up to avoid wrongly accusing the wrong person.

"How could I really have nothing to do? I'm busy with work and I took time out to come and see you. Who knew that I would be facing an empty house? My heart is so broken," Jiuli touched his heart exaggeratedly.

"Wife?" Jiang San tilted his head, thinking that Jiuli was really in pain. He tightened his grip, his face showing panic and concern that could not be concealed. "Wife, are you really in trouble?"

"Do you want to call a doctor to come and take a look? I haven't heard that you had any old injuries before." He looked anxious.

"I knew you cared about me the most," Jiuli looked proud, enjoying Jiang San's meticulous care. "I'm fine, you don't have to rush around like this," she waved her hand.

"It's nothing now, but you will regret it when you get pregnant later." Jiang San stood up and said, "Wait here, I'll ask someone to find a doctor for you."

"Why are you pulling me?" Jiang San stood up and moved his feet, but didn't move. He looked back and saw Jiuli pulling his sleeve, and said something unhappily.

"My dear wife, you are not afraid of taking medicine, are you?" He sat down as if he knew something. "Good medicine tastes bitter but it is good for your body. You must take it."

Jiuli was full of black lines on her head. She was not sick at all, so why should she take medicine? When she noticed Jiang San's smirk under his seemingly earnest advice, she understood.

So he was acting with her here? He pulled her into his arms, lifted Jiang San's chin with his fingertips, and moved closer.

"Jiang Jiang, don't you know whether I am in good health or not? Is it necessary for me to take medicine?" Jiuli hinted at something and touched Jiang San's waist with her hand.

"Then how would I know if you can do it?" Jiang San ignored the movement of his waist, pursed his lips, and deliberately provoked, "Besides, it's been several days, maybe you're injured and I don't know where."

"Are you saying that I have neglected you these two days?" Jiuli suddenly leaned over and got close to Jiang San, as if she wanted to kiss him, but stopped halfway.

"I didn't say that. My wife mainly wanted to understand it this way, and I couldn't help it." Jiang San raised his chin and refused to admit it.

"You have such a bad mouth," Jiuli shook her head helplessly, and then pressed Jiang San's lips with her fingertips, "Really,"

"What is the truth? Wife?" Jiang San raised his eyes and nestled in Jiuli's arms, "You never said you were injured before, how can I know whether it's true or not? You are so good."

"Still pretending to scare me on purpose," Jiang San seemed to be complaining, but there was resentment in his eyes, "You have to compensate me."

"Yes, okay, I'll compensate you," Jiuli took a look, "How do you want me to compensate you?" She clenched her hands.

"Of course you have to listen to me tonight," Jiang San clenched his fist. He was sure he could do it. "You have to do whatever I tell you to do, and you are not allowed to resist," he added.

"Okay," Jiuli agreed with interest.

At night, one could vaguely see the bed curtains moving in the middle of the night, and it didn't stop until three o'clock in the morning. Then Jiuli, who had been kicked off the bed during the day, brushed off the dust on his body and crawled back in.

"Why did you kick me so early in the morning?" He walked back, tucked himself back into the quilt, and hugged the person in his arms.

"How dare you ask me why?" Jiang San moved his waist. "You clearly agreed to listen to me last night, you..."

"Haven't I been listening to you all along?" Jiuli looked at Jiang San in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Humph, you still have the nerve to say that," Jiang San blushed and said with a specious argument, "It's your right that I don't care."

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I hurt you." Jiuli smiled and leaned close to Jiang San's ear. "I haven't done anything yet, but you're crying so hard. How would I know?"

"You still say that?!" Jiang San's eyes widened. How could he not know that his wife could be so shameless?

"Then I won't say anything," Jiuli patted Jiang San's shoulder, "It's still early, you should sleep a little longer." He didn't think of this place as the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion at all, he felt more comfortable than at home.

Jiang San, who hadn't heard any sound for a long time, thought Jiuli was asleep. He raised his eyes and saw those beautiful almond-shaped eyes staring at him without blinking. His heartbeat slowed down a beat. She was so beautiful.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome young man?" Jiang San said in a fierce tone and pinched Jiuli.

After a while, he felt that he might have gone a little too far, so he reached out and touched the place where he had just pinched.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang San looked embarrassed.

"It hurts, it hurts so much," Jiuli pretended to be a green tea girl, "You don't know that my heart is broken."

"You just know how to show off," Jiang San glared at him unhappily, "Is this the only way you can act like this in front of me?"

"I know." Jiuli lowered her head and rubbed Jiang San's shoulder, "I am only so shameless in front of you."

The corner of Jiang San's mouth twitched. What kind of shamelessness is this?

"Are you okay today? Take a rest?" Jiang San changed the subject, but his hand was still on Jiuli's waist without moving.

"There's no rush to go later," Jiuli lazily glanced at the clock on the wall, "It's still early now," his tone was still sleepy, "I can still lie down for a while."

"When will my wife take a day off? She hasn't accompanied me out for a long time since we came to the capital," Jiang San grabbed Jiuli's sleeve, with a bit of loneliness on his face.

Although the people in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion treated him well, it was still different after all. If he didn't have time, then forget it.

"Wait until I'm done with this?" Jiuli's face flashed with guilt. "I have some things to do in the court. When I have arranged them, I will take you for a walk."

"Then it's settled," Jiang San stretched out his hand and made a pinky promise with Jiuli.

Jiuli stretched out her hand and pulled Jiang San, "Are you satisfied now? I won't lie to anyone but you, so don't worry."

"Don't worry," Jiang San said, and then he snuggled into Jiuli's arms. "My dear wife, I'll sleep a little longer. I'm still sleepy."