Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Shen Zicen simply wiped the corner of her mouth and then went out again.

However, just as he was about to leave, Shen Ziche stopped him, saying, "Let's leave it at that for today, and go out tomorrow."

Shen Ziche looked at A-Cen, whose face was pale but whose eyes were stubborn, and his tone was pleading.

He was afraid that Ah Cen was torturing herself like this, which would harm her health.

Seeing her brother's worried expression, Shen Zicen could only nod.

With Shen Ziche watching over her these past few days, Shen Zicen's wounds have healed considerably.

Starting yesterday, Shen Zicen stopped letting Shen Ziche apply the medicine to him. Knowing that he might have some symptoms of misogyny, he believed it was his own problem, that he was unclean, which was why he was misogyny.

In order to solve the problem at its root, he thoroughly cleaned himself up again.

As a result, the wound that had already scabbed over reopened because of his vigorous scrubbing.

His wound was aching from the stimulation, but he didn't even flinch, remaining expressionless throughout.

This time, he didn't hold back on himself when he took a shower, leaving his skin visibly red, swollen, and bruised.

He didn't get out of the tub until the water was freezing cold.

He still hadn't applied any medicine. He was completely disappointed in himself. His body was completely under his control, and he couldn't suppress the nausea he felt.

Let's try again tomorrow. If it's still the same, he'll really be a useless person from now on, completely unable to go out.

Shen Ziche stayed with him tonight because of this, until he gradually fell asleep.

This time, as if he had a telepathic connection, he knew that Shen Zicen might retaliate against him, so he decided to apply medicine to him.

He tiptoed to the bedside, looked at Ah Cen's sleeping face, and sighed silently.

Ah Cen's stubbornness is hard to predict; I wonder when she'll finally overcome it.

He gently pulled back Ah Cen's blanket, and Ah Cen's body jolted. He was so frightened that he froze, afraid of waking Ah Cen.

Seeing that Ah Cen's breathing gradually slowed down, he then began to unbutton Ah Cen's collar.

Ah Cen's collar was turned up, and the buttons were fastened neatly. Underneath the collar were dense red marks, which, although not yet bleeding, were already quite serious.

Shen Ziche initially thought he was doing it to give himself a sense of security, but it turned out to be to cover up the scars on his neck.

Shocked, he steadied his trembling hands and gently unbuttoned A-Cen's clothes. Looking at the chest covered in red marks, he covered his mouth and wept silently.

Suddenly, Shen Zicen seemed to feel a cold wind and frowned slightly.

Shen Ziche's heart pounded. Worried that he would wake A-Cen, he quietly covered him with the blanket.

Then she tiptoed to the table and lit some calming incense by the moonlight.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he was convinced that Ah Cen would not wake up, and only then did he boldly apply the medicine to Ah Cen.

Looking at his chest, where there was hardly a patch of intact skin, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he could hardly contain his emotions.

To help Ah Cen's injury heal faster, he applied the medicine again after it was absorbed.

That night, he woke up every time and applied the medicine to Ah Cen, and soon the jar of ointment was gone.

The last time, he woke up and saw that it was almost dawn. He was afraid that Ah Cen would wake up and find out that he had applied medicine to him, and would overthink things. So he used a handkerchief to wipe the excess ointment off his chest.

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Su Yanli reluctantly lowered Li Mo'er's legs from his body, a faint darkness already appearing in his eyes.

Li Mo'er was relatively quiet last night, but tonight, perhaps because she's become familiar with the scent, she's not at all restful in bed.

She would unconsciously lean against him, her arms across his chest, her head constantly burrowing into his arms.

Occasionally, she would shake her head coquettishly, and her soft moans, like kittens, scratched at his heart like cat claws.

Su Yanli quietly reached out to put her arm around Li Mo'er, but then felt that it would be too forward and withdrew her hand.

However, looking at Li Mo'er's sleeping face, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he still gently reached out and pulled Li Mo'er into his arms.

These days, Li Mo'er always leaves early and returns late, so they don't see each other often. He takes this opportunity to trace her face with his eyes again and again.

He licked his dry lips, and after mentally preparing himself, he slowly approached Li Mo'er and gently kissed her forehead.

Then he and Li Mo'er fell asleep head to head. Although he wanted to look at Li Mo'er all the time, he was already too tired to stay awake because of the baby in his belly.

If it weren't for this child, he couldn't imagine what he would have done to Li Mo'er.

Li Mo'er and Su Yanli slept soundly in each other's arms, while Wang Jingmo found it difficult to fall asleep.

That morning, Doctor Wang got up early to go to the back mountain to find "Jingmo".

She looked at the two "Jingmo" plants on the ground. One was similar to the one Li Mo'er had given her last time, both with a flower bud. The other plant was already in full bloom, with particularly beautiful red flowers.

Perhaps it was psychological, but she chose the "Jingmo" plant that was in full bloom, dug it up by the roots, and carefully placed it in her basket.

She glanced disdainfully at the other plant, rolled her eyes at it, and mistook it for Li Mo'er.

"If you don't want our Jingmo, I won't let you in the door."

Dr. Wang grumbled in dissatisfaction, then turned and left.

As soon as she got home, she called Wang Jingmo to the yard and carefully took the blooming "Jingmo" plant out of the basket as if it were a treasure.

Wang Jingmo merely glanced at it indifferently, without any expression.

As Dr. Wang transplanted "Jingmo" into the flowerpot, he chatted incessantly with Wang Jingmo.

"These flowers are so beautiful, unlike..."

As she spoke, she looked up at Wang Jingmo and noticed that his expression had turned gloomy, so she stopped talking.

She was carefully adding soil to it, but seeing Jingmo's attitude, she just casually sprinkled soil on it.

He turned around and went into the basket, taking out another plant. "This one is good, it's the same as the original one."

Dr. Wang was somewhat relieved, as he went back halfway and picked the plant himself.

She looked around and, finding no extra flowerpots, roughly pulled out the "Jingmo" plant she had just planted and placed it aside.

Then carefully plant the one with the flower bud inside.

Wang Jingmo stared at the flower bud, lost in thought.

Things are different now; is it truly impossible to go back?

After Doctor Wang finished planting with satisfaction, he was about to ask for praise when he turned around and saw Wang Jingmo looking dejected, and he immediately wilted.

She just didn't understand, what's the difference?

If it were to be used for medicinal purposes, the one that Li Mo'er sent would be far inferior to this one.

Wang Jingmo said nothing and turned to go back into the house.

Dr. Wang was a little frustrated. How could she adjust her son's mood? Otherwise, she would go door to door asking if anyone had seen the "Jingmo" plant.

Doctor Wang glanced at the "Jingmo" in the flowerpot and returned to the pharmacy helplessly.

She slumped onto the stool, unsure how to help her son.

She slowly returned to the table and sat down, casually slumping over, when "thump—" she kicked something.

"What is this? Why is it placed here...?"

She grumbled and looked down to examine the plant, and saw the somewhat wilted "Jingmo" plant, which was the one Li Mo'er had sent.

Yesterday, she didn't look closely and didn't notice that the flowerpot was the one her son liked.

After that, she put the matter out of her mind again.

However, the situation is now even more complicated. The flower has been found, but it is obviously wilted, and the bud is about to break. How is she going to explain this to Jingmo?