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

As soon as Wan Chuncao woke up, she covered her head and howled in pain: "Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Xu Muyu opened his eyes when he heard the sound in his sleep. He immediately grabbed her hand and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Wan Chuncao didn’t know what happened. After waking up from a nap, her head hurt as if it had been hit by a club.

This is probably what people often call a "hangover".

She touched her head and couldn't believe it could hurt so much: "Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, why does my head hurt so much!"

It’s okay that I have a headache, but the key is that the corners of my mouth also hurt!

She touched her head and the corner of her mouth: "No one told me that drinking alcohol can make me angry! Look at my mouth, it's so rotten, how can I still eat!"

Xu Muyu was about to look at her head, but when he heard this, he paused and pulled her over: "Let me see."

It would have been fine if she hadn't been called, as as soon as she was called, Wan Chuncao turned around on her own.

Seeing that they all got up early, but Xu Muyu was not hurt at all, she immediately refused to accept it: "Why don't you feel any pain? Did you drink fake wine?"

We are drinking from the same bottle of wine and using the same cup, so how can it be fake?

Xu Muyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, intending to rub her head: "I don't drink much."

"I didn't drink much."

Wan Chuncao didn't need him to massage her, and lay back down, but she didn't lie back on the pillow, but rested her head on Xu Muyu's forehead.

Putting their heads together, Wan Chuncao said unhappily, "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you."

Her head was leaning against his, her long hair scattered on her face. Xu Muyu was so tickled that he laughed and asked, "Give me what?"

Wan Chuncao lay there with a clear conscience: "I'll pass all my headaches to you, to you, to you."

She said, "This is so unfair. I only drank so much and my head hurts, but you are fine."

Xu Muyu found it even more amusing: "I really didn't drink that much."

She snorted again: "That's even more unfair. I drank so little, why does mine hurt so much? This doesn't make sense."

Xu Muyu laughed out loud: "I'll give you a massage before breakfast."

Wan Chuncao was satisfied, but she didn't get up: "Can you rub me longer? I dreamed about my great-grandmother last night. If you ask me who my great-grandmother is, I don't know and I have never seen her. Anyway, I saw her. I must have drunk too much and she felt sorry for me."

Xu Muyu laughed out loud again.

After laughing, he asked carefully: "Does the corner of your mouth hurt?"

"It hurts."

Wan Chuncao touched the corner of his mouth and was very confused: "This is really weird, why do I have a headache and a sore mouth after drinking?"

"Honey, do you think it was a mouse that crawled onto the bed and bit me in the middle of the night? Or a cockroach? Or maybe a spider peed on my mouth, otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much."

Xu Muyu was silent for a moment: "Maybe, he was bitten by someone."

"Don't make trouble,"

Wan Chuncao seemed to have heard something funny and told Xu Muyu to stop making trouble: "It's just the two of us, and you're being shy and timid like a grown-up girl, and you're still kissing me."

She was very sure: "I tell you, it must be a cockroach, or it must be spider urine, it can't be human."

"It's too inhumane that he bites so hard even though he's a human."

"Besides, can I kiss someone else behind your back?"

She thought about it and everything was possible: "But I think it's possible. Last night, after I dreamed about my grandmother, I also dreamed about a handsome guy, 1.8 meters tall, with eight-pack abs! I think it could be him."

Xu Muyu fell silent again.

"Get up first, Chen She and the others are coming."

His face darkened in a second and he pulled her up: “We are going to be late.”

"Why? I just said a few words. Why do you look so angry?"

Wan Chuncao got up and said, "Besides, it's too late. Chen She and the others will understand us."

What's that look?

Her words stopped Xu Muyu from sitting up. He touched his face.

Is there any change?

After getting out of bed, Wan Chuncao bent over the dressing mirror and looked at the corners of her mouth. They were almost bitten through.

She looked dissatisfied, but in fact her face was about to be crooked with laughter: "I said my grandmother would not come to see me for no reason, it turns out she brought a young man to show me around. Look at the way she bites, she's quite domineering, maybe he's actually a domineering president, hehehe..."

Xu Muyu had already sat up, but stopped again.

He looked up and saw that she was still wearing his white shirt.

This time he didn't avoid her like he did last night, but stared at her.

After seeing enough, he looked away when he saw her straighten up and said, "You will wear my shirt from now on."

"what?"

Wan Chuncao looked back at him, and seeing his expression, she wanted to say to him again: "What's that expression on your face? It was just like that for two seconds, and it's like that again. I won't wear it. Your shirt is not comfortable at all. It's too big. I couldn't stretch my hands out to cover myself with the quilt several times."

"I have other shirts, newer ones, with more comfortable fabrics. Also, I can cover you with a blanket."

Xu Muyu said: "So, wear it."

"I won't wear it. I wear it when I want to, and I don't wear it when I don't want to. Even if you say so, I won't listen to you. You look so bad now, and your words are not pleasant at all. I don't want to listen to you."

Wan Chuncao went to look for clothes: "Wait until you look better. I will talk to you when you look better."

After saying that, she went out and ignored Xu Muyu.

Xu Muyu thought she would agree because she would agree to almost anything he asked for.

Does your complexion really look bad?

Xu Muyu touched his face again.

After touching it, I understood everything.

There's no such thing as a bad face.

It's clearly possessiveness at work.

But when he heard her talking about another man, even if it was just a joke, or a non-existent man, his possessiveness started to take over.

Xu Muyu touched his face.

Has his possessiveness reached this point?

Still, so excessive.

Wan Chuncao went out for less than two minutes and came back without changing her clothes.

She still held his clothes in her hands, and she said, "Have you finished reflecting on your actions? Come and wash up, we are really going to be late this time."

Xu Muyu didn't even have time to take his hands off his face.

How did she know he was reflecting?

Wan Chuncao came over and rolled her eyes at him: "If you don't know how to reflect on yourself, I won't marry you."

Xu Muyu put his hand down and apologized first: "I'm sorry, I look very bad."

Wan Chuncao changed his clothes: "You can look bad, but you can't be so fierce as to ask me to wear your clothes. You should be gentler and talk to me in a negotiated manner."

What would that be like?

Xu Muyu looked at her.

Wan Chuncao didn't say anything else. She changed his clothes and pushed him to go wash up. "You drank yesterday, so I won't apply the medicinal wine to you. Let's wait for two days."

Xu Muyu thought for a moment: "Hmm."

After entering the bathroom to wash up, they each washed their own.

When brushing his teeth, Wan Chuncao felt a headache again. There was a lot of foam in his mouth and he was crying out in pain.

Xu Muyu was so yelled at that he put down his toothbrush, but she asked him to continue brushing his teeth, saying that she would only yell at him twice, and she would feel unhappy if she didn't yell, and her headache would hurt more if she didn't yell.

Xu Muyu had no choice but to continue brushing his teeth and thinking about the previous question.

As she was brushing, after a while, Wan Chuncao's body tilted and her head rested on Xu Muyu's head again.

Xu Muyu looked at her in the mirror and asked with a smile, "Does your head hurt again?"

"No."

Wan Chuncao held the cup and said, "I'm just tired. I need to rest for a while."

Xu Muyu smiled again and didn't ask her to get up.

Guan Chuncao took the opportunity to see what he was doing.

At a glance, he saw Xu Muyu shaving his beard with a razor.

She took several steps back in horror: "I, I, I, you, you, you, my husband, you are actually a man???"

What are you talking about.

Xu Muyu held the razor without any reaction: "Don't you know."

"I know, but, but,"

Wan Chuncao was still horrified: "But how come you can shave like other men?"

Xu Muyu lowered his eyes and suppressed his laughter: "Because I am a man just like other men."

Wan Chuncao looked in the mirror at Xu Muyu shaving his beard so skillfully, but she still couldn't believe it: "But I've never seen you with a beard before."

It’s not that there are none, it’s just that there are few.

He was too thin and in poor health, and he naturally had little body hair, so it was normal that she had never seen it.

The main thing was that he didn't shave very often, and mostly did so when she wasn't around.

It sounded a bit strange, so Xu Muyu said, "I have very little beard, so you haven't seen it."

Wan Chuncao looked at himself in the mirror curiously for a few more times before walking closer, bending down and watching Xu Muyu shave his beard.

He looked at it very carefully, as if he wanted to stare through every single beard, and he was just short of touching it.

Of course Xu Muyu had to touch her after shaving: "Hubby, I really can't tell that you have a beard at all, you look so fair and clean."

No one would praise a man for his fair complexion.

Xu Muyu was shaving his beard and looked at Wan Chuncao in the mirror: "I have thought about what happened just now."

Wan Chuncao also looked at him in the mirror.

Xu Muyu said: "I shouldn't have interfered with what you wore, let alone forced you to wear something. I apologize to you for this, and I promise it won't happen again."

Wan Chuncao had a feeling that he had more to say, so she was not in a hurry to speak.

Xu Muyu put down the razor: "But I also care."

He could restrain his excessive possessiveness, apologize for it, and correct his behavior, but he could not ignore the expression on her face when she mentioned others.

In other words: "We are married, and I will not give in on the point that 'you are mine'."