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

She said to him, "Then it's not a big deal if I pull out two of your hairs, right?"

Before Xu Muyu could finish his words, Guan Chuncao had already reached down and was pinching, pulling, and tugging with his thumb and index finger.

A leg hair was plucked out.

Wan Chuncao took the grass in his hand and glanced at Xu Muyu's expression.

"No way."

Guan Chuncao touched the legs again, pinched and pulled them, and another leg hair was pulled out.

"No way."

She looked at Xu Muyu's face, still unconvinced, and reached down again. This time she used some rough force, pinched four or five of them together in her hand, and pulled them out by the roots.

Seeing Xu Muyu's frowned brows, she finally believed it. She was so surprised that she pinched the few leg hairs in her hands and said, "So you really feel pain? I thought your leg hairs were all dead."

What do you mean his leg hair is dead?

Xu Muyu frowned, not understanding what was in Wan Chuncao's mind.

It's not that his legs can't move, it's that the nerves in his legs are dead!

Of course he could still feel the pain in his legs, but he could only endure the pain and couldn't avoid it!

It's like scratching an itch through your boots, the itch is still there but you can't scratch it.

His legs are still legs, but he can no longer resist the pain like a normal person.

In other words, the knife was stabbed into his leg and that of an ordinary person. An ordinary person could react to the wound by struggling, but his leg could only endure it and could do nothing. The pain was the same, but even if his leg bled dry, he could not react at all.

How pathetic, how ridiculous, how useless.

Wan Chuncao clapped her hands and continued to wipe his legs, wiping the rugged scars on that leg. She frowned and sighed.

Xu Muyu felt that the heat brought from the bathroom had completely dissipated.

It's such a pity for Wan Chuncao, such a pity, rub it carefully on those ugly legs.

Halfway through wiping, she threw down the towel, stood up, and whispered something in Xu Muyu's ear.

Xu Muyu's ears suddenly exploded with a bang. He stuttered for a long time before squeezing out a few words from his thin lips: "You, are thinking about this?"

Wan Chuncao continued to wipe his legs and said, "Ah, that's right, do you think that's what I was thinking? What a pity, tut tut."

She felt a little sorry for him: "Really, seeing you like this, I'll let you go from now on."

This "let me let you let me" really meant let you let me ...

Guan Chuncao's words were still echoing in Xu Muyu's mind. Xu Muyu's ears were so burning that he could not hear anything else. He didn't even know when Guan Chuncao finished wiping his body and putting clothes on him.

Xu Muyu didn't even bother finding clothes for him, so Wan Chuncao just randomly picked two pieces in the room.

There is a wardrobe in the room. It is quite old and shows signs of collapsing at any time after just a few pieces of clothes are hung on it.

Guan Chuncao looked very carefully. Xu Muyu had very few clothes, and they looked only slightly younger than the wardrobe. The only two pairs of jeans were faded and white, and were still hanging on the wardrobe.

Apart from a few short-sleeved and long-sleeved shirts, the only things in the closet are long pants, not a single short one.

Of course there were no shoes, nothing but a pair of peeling leather shoes.

It was as simple as his vocabulary for cursing, which was extremely limited.

"You don't go out often?"

After Wan Chuncao put on his trousers, she asked him, "Why?"

Xu Muyu put on his clothes and prepared to wait as usual for someone to drag him to the bedside, throw him a book and continue reading, so that he could spend the long night with the company of books.

He said, “I don’t like it.”

Wan Chuncao looked at him for a long time before saying, "Well, everyone has things they like or dislike."

After saying that, she didn't drag him back to the bedside to lean against, but sat down with legs crossed and took out her broken cell phone: "What's your phone number? Give me your WeChat ID and I'll add you."

She sat cross-legged at her feet, her knees touching the soles of her feet. Xu Muyu looked at her without moving.

Wan Chuncao was holding her phone, and when she looked up she saw his expression. She couldn't believe it: "No way? You don't have WeChat?"

Xu Muyu stared at her without saying a word.

Wan Chuncao was stunned for a moment, but she could understand that he was a stay-at-home guy with no one to contact. She opened the phone interface and said, "Then I'll remember your phone number. What's it?"

Xu Muyu still stared at her.

Wan Chuncao looked at him as if he were a prehistoric creature, her face almost twisted. She asked carefully, "Cellphone, don't you have one?"

She was right indeed.

Xu Muyu not only didn’t have WeChat, he didn’t have a mobile phone number, he didn’t even have a mobile phone.

Wan Chuncao was so frightened that she took several steps back and shouted, "What? Do you live in the mountains?"

"Is it you or I who are from the countryside? How come there are still people without cell phones in this day and age?"

She climbed back up again, sat on Xu Muyu's body and asked nervously: "Did your stepmother abuse you?"

"Oh my god, she is such a jerk! Not only did she insult you with her words, but she even confiscated your cell phone! Cell phones connect the entire world, and in this day and age, not having a cell phone is more painful than being in jail. Is she crazy? How can she abuse people like this?"

She felt even more distressed for Xu Muyu, and patted him pitifully, saying, "Look at this little face that can't play with the phone, it's so haggard, oh my god."

"How can there be such cruel things in this world? Nowadays, even cats use their phones, and you are living worse than a dinosaur, poor little thing."

She took her old mobile phone and flipped through the shopping interface. She said, "No one else will buy it for you, so I'll buy it for you."

Xu Muyu watched her sitting on his useless legs, excitedly swiping the phone whose screen was about to fall off. Somehow, he said, "No need."

He added: "It's because I don't want to use it. It has nothing to do with the show."

This sentence made Wan Chuncao stop. She looked at him with even more shock. Her two big eyes scanned back and forth on him, which was more surprising than seeing an extinct creature.

She looked at him with a look of "Are you crazy?", as if she was holding back a breath, and finally let it out: "No wonder I didn't find Wi-Fi when I checked my phone this morning. It turns out there is no Wi-Fi!"

"Have."

It’s not that Xu Muyu really doesn’t know any Internet knowledge. He has a TV at home and a mother named Liu, so how could there be no Wi-Fi? It’s just that he doesn’t use it and doesn’t need it.

This time, Wan Chuncao put down her phone, sat on his lap, and still looked at him curiously.

After watching for a while, she continued to look down at her phone and said, "I have to buy it. You see, this person has such a twisted personality. He just doesn't play with his phone. I tell you, if you play with your phone and watch videos for two months, you will be good at speaking and can be a real estate agent."

The two of them were so close that Xu Muyu felt a little uncomfortable. He opened his mouth to ask her to get off, but she looked up at him and said sincerely, "Besides, what if I look for you?"

"You can't ask me to send a telegram, can you?"