Er Liang charged in excitedly, his hair dripping with droplets of water and his pure white undershirt already soaked in places, only to find Muniang sitting on the bed's edge and sighing, "Wife, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Water dripped incessantly from Er Liang's head, some even splashing onto Muniang's cheeks. Muniang frowned and pulled him to sit down, "Why don't you dry off? What if you catch a cold?"
Er Liang leaned close to Muniang, his finger poking her cheek, "Wife, sighing isn't pretty. You look good when you smile, you'll get dimples here."
Muniang took a dry cloth and wiped his hair with annoyance, "Those are dimples! I don't look good when I'm angry. Does that mean you won't like me anymore?"
"No, even if wife isn't pretty, I'll still like you!"
"Then what would make you stop liking me?" Muniang suddenly felt like challenging him today.
Er Liang scratched his head, looking conflicted, "If wife doesn't like me, I won't like that."
