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

Xu Muyu never wears formal clothes.

There was no certificate on the day of getting it.

He usually wore white shirts, but before Wan Chuncao came, his shirts were all very outdated styles.

After Wan Chuncao came, I also bought him new models, but they were not that formal and he wore less.

Tonight, Xu Muyu put on formal clothes, even if it was just for a try, his temperament was completely different.

Wan Chuncao couldn't help but be moved.

After a long time...

Wan Chuncao was completely convinced.

Tired, so tired.

Her legs were so tired that they were almost cramping, as if she had been working in the fields planting corn for two days.

"husband……"

Guan Chuncao touched Xu Muyu's head with both hands and took a long breath: "It turns out that three minutes is so long."

"You have worked hard these days."

Xu Muyu's chest was heaving and he was still gasping for breath. Hearing this, he laughed in anger: "Who is it that can't hold on every time?"

"That's not what I meant."

Wan Chuncao pulled Xu Muyu's soft hair and took a breath, "I just feel sorry for you. Now that our positions have changed, I know how you feel."

This is the legendary empathy.

This change made her so anxious!

He had to look at Xu Muyu's little appearance, find a position, touch this and that, and increase his strength.

All kinds of martial arts are used together.

If you put in different efforts, you will get completely different feelings.

But no matter how tired she was, she still missed Xu Muyu too much.

Especially when she saw Xu Muyu's pitiful little face, she liked him so much.

She liked him so much that she just wanted to call Xu Muyu "my sweetheart" a few times and then give her life to him.

How could she bear to let go of Xu Muyu when he seemed so precious to her?

Who cares whether you are tired or not? Once you touch your little face, your brain starts to work.

At the end, the tie was almost torn off.

Only then did she realize how long three minutes was.

Only then did I understand Xu Muyu's hard work.

Wan Chuncao got up and sucked on Xu Muyu's mouth twice: "Husband, my poor husband, I finally understand your feelings."

"Just wait, I'll make you a tonic soup tomorrow."

Xu Muyu felt both amused and helpless, and didn't know what to say.

He pinched her face and was about to kiss her: "You heartless little thing, is that what you think?"

"No, no, hey, honey, it's time to smoke, calm down."

Wan Chuncao ignored him and wanted to kiss her. She just saw his eyes and hurriedly stopped him: "No, no, you are still wearing the ring!"

"You forgot,"

Xu Muyu interrupted her and said, "The ring is still hanging on the chain..."

"..."

Wan Chuncao pressed her face against Xu Muyu's chest and punched him several times with her remaining strength.

Xu Muyu pressed his lips together and patted her back soothingly, enduring her punch.

After all, he was her real husband. Wan Chuncao hit him twice and twisted him several times before she hugged Xu Muyu's neck and hung on him.

Xu Muyu couldn't suppress his smile. He kissed her forehead and held her lower back to make her lie more comfortably.

The two of them just sat there together, smiling, without saying anything.

The night breeze blew in through the half-open window, blowing away some of the heat.

Guan Chuncao started to touch Xu Muyu's hair again, over and over again, as if she was smoothing his hair.

Xu Muyu raised his head to cooperate with her: "I'm hungry."

"I'm the one doing the hard work. You're the one starving first."

Wan Chuncao kept touching his head: "What do you want to eat?"

Xu Muyu smiled softly: "Anything is fine."

"As long as you do it, it's fine."

After tidying up briefly, Wan Chuncao picked up Xu Muyu's white shirt, put it on, and went downstairs.

Xu Muyu put on his trousers, sat in the wheelchair, and went to the kitchen with her.

It was late at night and it was difficult to cook, so Wan Chuncao took out a handful of noodles.

Xu Muyu stood up with the help of a wheelchair and stood beside Wan Chuncao to help her.

While Wan Chuncao was frying eggs, Xu Muyu was chopping green onions on the side.

They stood side by side in the warm light of the kitchen, their arms occasionally touching, working in silence.

The eggs are fried, the chopped green onions are put into two bowls, and the water is boiled.

Guan Chuncao put the noodles into the pot and moved aside.

Xu Muyu stretched out his long arms and embraced her.

The noodles didn’t cook that quickly, so Guan Chuncao simply leaned half of her body on Xu Muyu.

Xu Muyu opened his arms at the right time and let her lean on his chest.

After Wan Chuncao leaned back, Xu Muyu put his arms around her waist, put his arms around her, rested his chin on the top of her head, and waited with her for the noodles to be cooked.

Xu Muyu is tall, with broad shoulders and long arms, which gives people a sense of security.

As soon as his arms tightened, Wan Chuncao leaned back completely in his arms with confidence.

She wasn't worried at all that Xu Muyu wouldn't be able to stand steadily, wouldn't be able to support her, and would let her fall.

The water in the pot was bubbling, and after a while, the noodles were cooked.

Put the noodles in a bowl, add sesame oil, top with eggs and serve.

Two bowls of noodles were brought to the table, and they sat together and ate quietly.

While eating, Wan Chuncao glanced and picked out the garlic that Xu Muyu had accidentally put into his bowl.

Xu Muyu also picked up the egg from his bowl and gave it to Wan Chuncao, wiped the corners of her mouth, and continued eating.

After eating half a bowl of noodles, my whole body felt warm.

It also completely cleared up Xu Muyu's anxiety over the past few days.

He's not hungry, he just needs a response.

A response that could dispel his inner anxiety.

This response warms his stomach, warms his body, and calms his restless heart.

And Wan Chuncao always responds to him.

How could she not notice his uneasiness when she was by his side?

But she wouldn't talk to him about any profound principles, nor would she coax him into believing that the road ahead would be smooth.

She just stayed by his side and responded to his thoughts, maybe a glass of water, maybe a bowl of noodles, whatever he wanted, she would pay attention to it and respond to him.

With her around, no matter how anxious he is, it will be calmed down.

"Tingting, thank you. Really."

"You're welcome. I didn't expect that even though 'putting yourself in someone else's shoes' is tiring, you can still eat so well."

"...??"