If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

"Ah."

Xu Muyu closed his eyes, as if answering her words, but also answering himself: "Yeah."

Wan Chuncao rubbed his eyelids with her fingertips a few times and then began to clean them again.

Xu Muyu had been working for a whole day and soaked in the hot water. His fair skin turned a little red and the bruises on his arms looked more serious.

After Wan Chuncao washed his cheek, she lifted his arm again and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

After she asked, Xu Muyu also opened his eyes and asked her: "Does it hurt?"

Wan Chuncao was asking about the bruises on Xu Muyu's hands.

Xu Muyu was asking about Guan Chuncao's knee as she knelt on one knee on the ground.

This time, the "pain" is really asking the other person whether it hurts.

Is this considered a reconciliation?

They chuckled and smiled at each other.

Wan Chuncao smiled with the corners of her mouth raised, but Xu Muyu didn't smile as widely as her. The corners of his mouth were just curved, but he was also smiling.

After laughing, the two continued as if the previous incident had never happened.

"Did you move all those beverage boxes by yourself today?"

As Wan Chuncao was washing, she naturally turned behind Xu Muyu to help him wash his back. She asked him, "Those boxes are very heavy. How did you carry them?"

Xu Muyu moved all the boxes by himself. He said, "Pick them up and put them on your legs."

That's why there are so many indentations on the legs.

"Then why don't you open it, take out half, and move half before moving the other half?"

Wan Chuncao rubbed his shoulders from behind and said, "It will be much easier that way."

Xu Muyu was very sure: "I can."

He can lift such a heavy box by himself.

Wan Chuncao smiled and said, "I know you can, but wouldn't it be easier if we move separately?"

Xu Muyu was still inexplicably persistent: "I can, I am a man."

Wan Chuncao was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I didn't say you are not a man. I have seen it so many times, and now I can still see it if I look forward again. How can I not know that you are a man?"

Xu Muyu's ears felt hot: "I'm a man, I can lift it."

He emphasized again: "Not heavy."

Wan Chuncao was stunned again.

Xu Muyu hardly ever explained this matter deliberately, and Wan Chuncao had never thought about this issue. He is just a man, so there is no need to delve into it.

Guan Chuncao's hand was still on Xu Muyu's shoulder, and she pressed down gently along his neck.

His shoulders are very broad, even though he is thin, his shoulders are still very broad.

Unlike her feminine curves, his shoulders were solid and broad, with hard, masculine lines.

Her hands moved over the broad shoulders and back one by one.

It was amazing, every inch of land touched by her fingertips was hard, not soft at all, but very solid.

Have his shoulders and his back always been so stiff?

Guan Chuncao's gaze lingered on his broad shoulders and back, and her hands unconsciously stroked his shoulders and then his back.

Is this... a man's shoulder?

"what happened?"

Xu Muyu tilted his head back: "Are you done washing?"

Why did her hands move back and forth on her shoulders for a long time and then suddenly stop moving?

"H-huh? Oh, I-I'm looking at your tan."

Wan Chuncao scooped up two handfuls of water and splashed them on Xu Muyu's back, washed him twice, and then quickly returned to his front.

She hastily put her hand back, still on his thigh, squeezing it casually: "I just saw that you were tanned, so I looked at you for a while longer. You followed me out these two days, and you didn't do a good job of sun protection, and the sun was strong. I saw that you and your shoulders were a little darker."

"Oh……"

Her eyes began to evade, and Xu Muyu did not meet her gaze, his eyes also evading: "First, let me go..."

If her hand went any higher, it would touch something it shouldn't touch...

"Ha, haha, really? Then get up after you're done washing."

Wan Chuncao quickly pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted. The back of her hand did, as if, seemed to, perhaps, touch something. In short, Xu Muyu had finished his shower, and it was time for him to get up: "Get up, I'll help you get dressed."

Xu Muyu also turned his face away, his ears completely red: "Yeah."

After coming out of the shower, just like when they went in, neither of them said a word.

After coming out, before helping Xu Muyu put on his clothes, Guan Chuncao took out the medicinal wine and rubbed it all over his body, especially his arms and legs.

After rubbing the medicinal wine, I rubbed it over him again.

After rubbing Xu Muyu's muscles until they relaxed a little, she helped him dry his hair and put on his clothes.

During the whole process, the two did not say a word.

On the one hand, during the process of applying the Wanchuncao medicine, Xu Muyu was not allowed to put on his underwear, and he was too embarrassed to speak up.

And Wan Chuncao also looked a little strange. After coming out of the bathroom, she no longer looked at his body directly and joked with him as she did before. She seemed to be so restrained that she didn't dare to look at any part of his body other than his limbs.

It was not until Wan Chuncao went downstairs to take a shower and Xu Muyu lay in bed that he recalled their behavior just now.

Wan Chuncao is too weird and abnormal.

It seems to have started after I washed his back?

"strangeness……"

Xu Muyu smelled the soothing scent of pear blossoms and looked at the ceiling, recalling everything that had happened in the past two days.

In order to teach him how to cut vegetables, she didn't even let him take a break when he cut his hand.

In order to get him to finish moving the drinks, she deliberately lied to him.

She is strange, a very strange person.

Why did she let him do those things? She could just let him go.

It would be nice to be like Liu Ma.

...like Liu Ma?

Xu Muyu touched the cut on his hand.

She said she was his wife.

That's why she controls him so much and thinks about him in everything.

No matter how carefully they arranged the furnishings, even if they stripped the room completely, there would still be dust on the floor of the corridor for his wheelchair to move freely.

Today when he almost hit his head against the wall, that voice in the kitchen wasn't caused by them at all.

But she is really hateful. She saw him about to bang his head against the wall but she didn't come out to stop him.

“How… strange…”

Xu Muyu blinked and his eyelids quickly closed.

Why hasn’t she come back yet? Did she not find the way upstairs after taking a shower?

He hadn't told her yet to come to bed tonight.

She should go to bed, she was tired.

This morning when he went out to buy groceries, he saw her quietly massaging her back several times.

Talk to her, talk to her when she comes up.

You must tell her...

Wan Chuncao came up, walked into the room and saw that the light was still on. She wiped her hair, hung the towel on her shoulders, and walked over.

When I walked over, I saw that the person on the bed was already fast asleep.

Wan Chuncao stood beside the bed, bent down her upper body, and looked closely at Xu Muyu.

He was completely asleep, and even now that she was blocking the light he had no intention of being awakened.

It seems really tired.

Wan Chuncao laughed softly.

Even though he was so tired, he still insisted on moving all those drinks.

I was so tired that I didn't even know how to ask for help.

Even though he was angry, he didn't put down his chopsticks and leave immediately after hearing her deliberately sarcastic words.

No matter how angry I am, I will wait until she finishes washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, and cleaning the place before I get angry.

"You still say you are a man, are you trying to show off?"

Wan Chuncao held back her laughter and found a new Band-Aid to heal the wounds on Xu Muyu's hands.

After sticking it on, she put his hand back into the quilt and pressed her fingertips on his face.

Xu Muyu still had no intention of waking up.

Wan Chuncao laughed again, raised her hand to push aside Xu Muyu's hair, and gently stroked his forehead with her fingertips, over and over again: "Thank you for your hard work."