She walked over and helped him up, "Are you alright?"
"I almost snapped my neck." He grinned, "But I'm lucky, my neck is still connected to my head."
"Your neck is hanging on your head?"
He chuckled, "Wife, I was just captivated by you. I misspoke... I meant my head is attached to my neck."
As soon as she helped him stand, he leaned on her, lowered his head, and accurately kissed her face, "Ptui! Wife, your face tastes so bitter..." Having wiped so much green medicine, it turned out to be bitter. Extremely astringent, even worse than raw stir-fried fern!
She pushed him away with one hand.
Since he lacked strength, he fell back on the ground like an octopus, swallowing a mouthful of dust, "Pfft... Pfft..." He spat out the dirt, "Wife, you haven't swept the floor in a while... I just swallowed a mouthful of dust..."
