"My wife, however rude you wish to be, your husband is willing to bear it. I beseech you to be unkind to me," said Wa Chengnan, uttering frivolous words as he reached out to pull at Li Chengxiang's clothes.
Li Chengxiang no longer wished to show him any kindness, raising her hand and giving him a hard slap.
It stunned Wa Chengnan completely.
He covered his face, feeling very wronged, "You hit me!"
"What about it?" Li Chengxiang sat on the couch tidying her clothes.
"I am ill, how could you hit me, my wife."
"I've never seen an ill person so full of vigor," mocked Li Chengxiang with a cold laugh.
Wa Chengnan, looking pitiful, moved closer, again trying to embrace Li Chengxiang, but she pushed him away and sat on the side, forlorn, "I really just miss my wife so much, the scent of your body haunts me at all times."
"Wa Chengnan!" Li Chengxiang called out coldly.
"Present!"
