Si Mobai pursed his dry lips and looked up at her pitifully. "Wife, can you pour me a glass of water first?"
Feng Tianlan looked at him and her voice was a little hoarse. Her lips were so dry that they had turned white. She did not want to ask further and got up to pour him some water. She wanted to feed him, but she thought that he would be in pain, so she could only hand the bowl to him.
Si Mobai raised his hand and directly held her hand. "My wife."
His large hand was slightly warm and wrapped around her small hand. The water in the bowl started to ripple. She was stunned for a moment and then wanted to pull her hand back. "Let go."
"Your husband is thirsty." Si Mobai held her hand tightly and held her hand. He brought the bowl to his lips and drank the water elegantly. During this time, he did not let go of her hand.
