Liu’er fixed the bed and merrily exited, the door shutting behind her. Miss Jun pushed Fang Chengyu into the bathroom again, like last night.
It was still full of medicinal liquid, but it was even more acrid and pungent than last night.
"Are you scared of pain?" she asked when she saw Fang Chengyu visibly stiffen at the sight of the bath.
"If Wife shares the bath with me, I won’t be scared," said Fang Chengyu with a smile. He looked at Miss Jun.
Miss Jun smiled.
"I am not the one who is sick," she said. "You must enjoy this on your own."
Although Fang Chengyu hadn’t gone in the water yet, he could already feel the bone-eating pain of last night.
He gripped the armrests.
"So that Wife may taste an overwhelming emotion in the future, I must endure this now," he said, smiling but not really.
Miss Jun half lifted half dragged him from the wheelchair. She smiled.
"Just saying you can do it is pointless," she replied. "Let me see you endure it again."
