"Let go already," she frowned.
"Wife…" he muttered the word as if he hadn't heard her, in a dazed and confused state.
"You damned drunkard, your wife is dead," she said with an irritated look.
"Ah!" The fright sobered him up. He squinted his eyes and stared at her with a silly grin, "Dear, but here you are, all fine and well."
He embraced her and fell onto the bed, puckering up his lips to kiss her.
She reached out to cover his mouth and prevent the kiss. Since he was much stronger than her, she simply pressed his acupuncture point, and he collapsed onto the bed, powerless, whining, "Wife, why did you do that?"
"I just hate seeing a drunkard who drinks so much wine," she huffed coldly, "Go to sleep."
"I can't, wife. Quickly release my point, I'm going to throw up…" His dark eyebrows scrunched together.
"Don't you dare—swallow it back down."
