"F*ck, don't force me to beat you into the ICU."
"Fine, I won't tease you anymore. If you're not able to go out, should I have the client go to you instead?"
"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.
Fali made a bowl of porridge for Chen Zhao and spoon-fed him.
Chen Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Dear, I only have a cold. I'm not disabled."
"I shouldn't wait until you're disabled before I feed you." Fali looked at him with dissatisfaction. "You don't like me feeding you?"
"I like it, I like it. Let's continue."
You really had to humor women…
It felt warm and soothing to bask in the morning sun.
Chen Zhao found a surgical mask to wear and sunbathed in the front yard.
Sounds of Yura and Cheryl playing traveled to his ear.
Fali was busy working in and outside the house, but Chen Zhao didn't understand.
There didn't seem to have so many things to do usually.
How come Fali became so busy when Chen Zhao got sick?
