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"For now, I am just your husband,"
Qiao Chutian said, looking at her.
Upon hearing this and catching his gaze, Mai Xiaomai's heartstrings felt as if they were forcefully plucked, thumping loudly with a strong beat.
However, she quickly remembered that they were only a couple in name.
The so-called husband was a fake husband.
This thought swiftly calmed her pounding heart, her lips curling into a mocking smile.
"I'm taking a shower!"
She said, picking up her set of cheap loungewear.
"Wait, I'll run the bathwater for you,"
He entered the bathroom, and Mai Xiaomai followed in her wheelchair.
She saw him diligently cleaning and disinfecting the bathtub, then adjusting the water temperature, and thoughtfully placing the large bath towel within easy reach.
"It's ready!"
Once the bathtub was full, Qiao Chutian tested the temperature with his hand, then stood up and told her.
"Thank you,"
Qiao Chutian glanced at her feet and then stepped out.
