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

Li Mo'er turned around and saw that half of Shen Zicen's body had fallen off the bed. She hurriedly ran over to help Shen Zicen up.

She held Shen Zicen tightly, gently comforting him, "I won't go, I won't go."

Shen Zicen sobbed softly in her arms, her voice broken, "No, don't go."

As Shen Zicen's sobs gradually subsided, Li Mo'er then supported his shoulders and gently wiped away his tears.

Because of crying, Shen Zicen's face was slightly flushed, and tears hung at the corners of her eyes, making her look pitiful.

Li Mo'er was wiping away his tears when she noticed his brows were furrowed, so she stopped what she was doing.

"Hi~"

Shen Zicen let out a soft cry of pain. Although it was very quiet, Li Mo'er still heard it because the two were close together.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Li Mo'er asked softly.

Shen Zicen simply shook his head and remained silent. He just wanted to quietly watch Li Mo'er without doing anything.

Li Mo'er noticed some blood on his shoulder and guessed that the movement he had just made had aggravated the wound.

She helped Shen Zicen lie down, but Shen Zicen was unwilling, afraid that if he lay down, Li Mo'er would leave.

"Lie down first, let me check the wound."

Shen Zicen didn't speak. He knew what Li Mo'er was talking about, but he was afraid that she would despise his body, which was already filthy.

Shen Zicen clutched her collar tightly and pleaded softly, "Don't look, it's ugly."

Li Mo'er kept comforting him with her eyes, and under his pleading gaze like a fawn, she gently unbuttoned his clothes.

The moment her clothes were opened, Shen Zicen closed her eyes tightly in fear, while Li Mo'er was stunned by what she saw.

When Li Mo'er saw this, her eyes instantly darkened, her brows furrowed, and she was deeply shocked.

Despite having anticipated it, I was still shocked by the scarred chest, covered in bloody marks that looked horrifying.

She wanted to reach out and touch the wound, as if to soothe his pain, but she stopped herself. She needed to find some medicine for A-Cen to apply and prevent the wound from getting worse.

She watched as the scabbed wound on Shen Zicen's shoulder reopened, oozing blood, and even the wound on his abdomen reopened quite a bit.

She looked around but couldn't find the ointment. She planned to ask Shen Ziche for it, but before leaving, she saw Shen Zicen's open clothes, so she gathered them up and covered him with a blanket before leaving.

However, Shen Zicen, who was lying down, secretly opened his eyes out of fear and happened to see Li Mo'er's gloomy face. He quickly closed his eyes again, trying to convince himself that what had just happened was an illusion.

Soon, he felt his clothes being pulled up and a blanket being pulled over him. It should have been warm, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

Li Mo'er's footsteps were exceptionally clear in the quiet room. He could only listen quietly as the footsteps faded into the distance, no longer possessing the courage he had just had.

Because Li Mo'er has already seen him like this and is disgusted with him, he has no way to keep her anymore.

"Squeak-"

Hearing the door open, the tears that had been welling up in my eyes finally flowed down my cheeks.

He opened his eyes and waited quietly, as if awaiting the judgment of fate, or perhaps the arrival of death.

His hands and feet were already cold; the blanket could no longer warm his body.

Outside the door, Shen Ziche waited anxiously. He had rushed in as soon as he heard the noise, had Shen Shi not stopped him.

Seeing Li Mo'er come out, he hurriedly wanted to ask what was going on, but when he saw that the veil on her face had been removed, he didn't know where to begin.

Li Mo'er, upon seeing Shen Ziche, immediately asked, "Where's A-Cen's ointment?"

"Is he injured again?"

As Shen Ziche asked, he took out some ointment from his pocket.

For the past two days, he has been carrying this ointment with him and applying it to A-Cen every night.

"Yes, I'll take good care of him. You should go and get some rest too."

Li Mo'er didn't intend to hide it from Shen Ziche, but seeing the dark circles under his eyes, she knew he hadn't slept well for several nights, so she told him to go and rest.

After saying that, Li Mo'er went back to her room. Shen Zicen was in a sensitive state right now, and she couldn't leave him for too long, especially when he was sober.

Fortunately, Shen Shi had just sent someone to the shop to tell Yan Li and the others that she couldn't go back for the time being.

Now, she can focus on taking good care of Ah Cen.

Upon hearing the door open, Shen Zicen quickly turned his head to the side, trying not to let anyone see his tears.

"Brother, I'm fine."

Shen Zicen thought it was her brother who had come in and didn't want him to worry.

Little did he know that his tearful tone had already given him away.

Li Mo'er sensed the sadness in his voice, walked to his bedside, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You don't want me to come back? Then I'll leave."

The moment Shen Zicen heard Li Mo'er's voice, he turned around, looked at her with teary eyes, and stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.

"Waaaaah, I thought you were gone."

Li Mo'er heard the complaint in his tone and chuckled softly, "How could that be? Where could I go with you here?"

She coaxed Shen Zicen to lie down and tried to apply medicine to him, but he refused.

"Don't look at it, it's ugly."

Li Mo'er looked at Shen Zicen with deep affection, "Good boy, it's not ugly, it'll be fine after applying the medicine."

Shen Zicen was still somewhat stubborn; Li Mo'er's departure had still affected him.

He bit his lip, and despite the wound being torn open again, he still managed to utter the word, "Filthy."

Every time his fingers gently brushed across his chest, it reminded him of that night, which is why he scrubbed his body so vigorously.

Li Mo'er looked at him with heartache and gently kissed his forehead. "Good boy, A-Cen isn't dirty at all."

She put her arm around Shen Zicen's shoulder, and the two of them leaned their heads together.

Shen Zicen was immersed in the kiss, temporarily forgetting the tearing pain in her heart.

Li Mo'er saw the joy in Shen Zicen's eyes and his shy expression; it seemed that the kiss did bring him some sense of security.

Once Shen Zicen's breathing had calmed down a bit, Li Mo'er assumed he had fallen asleep, so she slowly got up and rubbed her numb shoulders.

Looking down, he saw Shen Zicen still staring at him with wide eyes, not a trace of sleepiness in them.

She patted his forehead affectionately, "Let me apply the medicine for you, okay?"

Hearing this, Shen Zicen hesitated for a moment, but soon he nodded firmly.

Seeing him nod, Li Mo'er carefully opened his clothes. She had originally planned to apply the medicine after he fell asleep, but it was still cruel to make him face this painful memory now.

When Shen Zicen's chest was exposed to the air, Li Mo'er couldn't help but gasp. Even though she had seen it once, it still hurt her heart.

She gently applied the ointment to the wound, treating it with the care of a precious treasure.

During this time, she kept observing Shen Zicen's condition and could tell that he was still trying his best to endure, with his brows furrowed and the veins on his neck faintly visible.