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"I'm exhausted," Su Anrong said, already accustomed to speaking nonsense. The frying pan was still lying on the floor, yet he had the audacity to say that.
Qiao Lianjiu casually replied, "Oh, then let her lie there." He then returned to Siyuan's bedroom.
With a loud bang, he shut the door.
"Hey, I still have half a face!" Su Anrong shouted at the tightly closed door, but no one paid him any mind. This unfortunate host had been left with a fragrant bowl of rejection by his guest.
As night deepened, my parents returned home. Being the hospitable people they were, they saw Qiao Ziyuan lying on the floor and scolded me before carrying Qiao Ziyuan to the guest room.
Left with no choice, I had to squeeze onto the same bed as Su Anrong again.
Poor me, facing his tragic face all night long.
Su Anrong thoughtfully prepared a photo for me. "Wife, if it makes you uncomfortable to look at me, just wear an eye mask. I promise I won't get up in the middle of the night to scare you."
Seeing his pitiful expression, how could I be so cruel?
"Forget it, Siyuan is my best friend. I'm used to sleeping next to her; I've gotten used to her face," I said with a forced smile, suppressing my discomfort.
Who knew that giving him a little sunshine would make him shine so brightly? A smile from me made him tremble with excitement.
Su Anrong eagerly climbed onto me as if he had received a pardon. "Wife, since that's the case, how about giving me a goodnight kiss? You can just kiss this side," he said, bringing his half face closer to mine.
"Goodnight my foot! Get away from me!" I exclaimed while hitting him with a pillow, but I felt sharp pains in my feet and couldn't help but let out a low groan.
"What's wrong, my dear?" Su Anrong asked anxiously, lifting my leg and placing it in front of him, pressing down seriously. "Is it here or here?"
"It's nothing, just a little cramp earlier, but it's fine now." I gently shook my leg; indeed, the pain had subsided.
Su Anrong buried his face in the pillow on Siyuan's side, turning to me with eyes full of tenderness. "My dear, marry me today. I've prepared my wedding dress for many years, waiting for you to wear it. Look, even Chen Siyuan is getting married; now is the perfect time for weddings."
"The wedding dress you're talking about is the one Rice brought out today, right?"
"Yes! I made it myself. I don't know if it will fit you; do you want to try it on?"
"No." I said this with my mouth, but my heart couldn't help but smile. Then I felt a bit melancholic. "Su Anrong, is the Spirit Sovereign a supreme being?"
"Haha, are you asking me?" Su Anrong immediately switched to a boastful tone, his voice becoming deep and resonant. "All realms outside the Immortal Realm, including the Underworld, Demon Realm, and others, are under my control. Do you believe me, my dear?"
"I'm half-convinced."
"What’s there to doubt? I am indeed that powerful," Su Anrong said proudly and swiftly kissed me on the lips.
Wow, he kissed me!
I quickly covered my mouth with the air conditioning blanket and muttered, "If you really are that kind of being, why would you even look at someone like me? Just like the King of Hell said, I'm so insignificant that I probably wouldn't even be worthy to carry your shoes."
"Then why don't you try carrying my shoes?"
"Can we communicate properly here?"
"My dear, look at it this way: you're wearing black clothes and my shoes are also black. Doesn't it match if you carry my shoes?"
"I am speechless, Lord Zunshang. You are so... I truly can't help but feel this way."
He reached out and pulled me into his embrace. "Wife, love shouldn't be described with the word 'match.' There’s no such thing as being worthy or unworthy; it’s only about whether you love or not. So, do you love me?"
His ability to climb the ladder of conversation was impressive.
I was at a loss for words. The phrase "I don't love you" was surprisingly hard to say, while "I love you" felt even more impossible.
I turned away, avoiding his gaze. "It's dark now; time to sleep. Why all these questions?"
He moved a little closer and actually laughed happily. "No more questions then. Your silence has already given me the answer."
"What answer did I give you?" I frowned, hoping he wouldn't get too carried away with his own feelings.
"As long as I know in my heart, it’s enough. If you’re unwilling to say it, then I won’t either," Su Anrong said teasingly. "Wife, tonight you can dream freely—imagine whatever you want."
I pretended to fall asleep, breathing softly.
"Wife," Su Anrong persisted, calling out to me while I continued to feign sleep.
But soon I felt his hand sneak under my clothing, and the rough texture sent shivers down my spine.
I gritted my teeth and shouted, "Catch a mouse!" slapping him squarely across the face.
"Ah!" Su Anrong exclaimed as I hit him. "Wife, have you been practicing the Diamond Power Palm?"
I didn't answer him and turned away, pretending to be asleep. Hmph, serves you right for being a rogue.
In the stillness of the night, I lost track of how long I had been asleep when my legs started to hurt again, the pain creeping up from my ankles, making it impossible for me to find a comfortable position.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands wrapped around my legs, gently kneading them to relieve the pain. His massage technique was incredibly precise, and soon I found myself drifting back into slumber.
In my dream, I seemed to be in a vast white space, shrouded in fog with nothing visible around me. Suddenly, a pair of hands embraced me from behind. I felt his body pressed closely against mine, the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing through the thin fabric of my clothes. His gentle voice whispered in my ear, “You are mine, and I am yours; no one can separate us.”
I didn’t know what kind of dream this was. It should have been joyful, but when I woke up in the morning, I found my pillow soaked.
“Garlic Sauce, did you drool on the pillow?” I accused playfully, grabbing Garlic Sauce's shirt. He was still deep in sleep but turned over when I tugged at him.
In that moment, I felt a rush of joy as if the clouds had parted to reveal the bright moon; he had finally returned to himself.
Garlic Sauce’s sensual lips curled slightly as he teasingly said, “Wife, seeing your spring-like expression tells me that my face has returned to normal, right?” His voice was still husky from sleep, which somehow made it even more alluring.
But I wouldn’t be swayed by his charm. I pinched his waist hard. “You’re the one who’s acting all spring-like!”
Su Anrong yelped and sat up abruptly, exclaiming, “Wife, it’s me who’s acting spring-like! The morning sun is so nice; it’s perfect for some exercise!” With that, he pushed me back onto the bed and lunged toward me. “Aren’t you going to reward your husband for finally getting his handsome face back?”
“Rice, help!”
Rice responded like a puppet on command; as soon as I called out, he knocked on the door. “Mommy, breakfast is ready! Come eat!”
“Okay, okay! Coming right now!” I raised my chin at Su Anrong. “See? The kid is watching; hurry up and get down!”
"Considering you are human, I forgive you this time. After all, people are like iron and meals are like steel; if you skip a meal, you'll feel uneasy. I wouldn't want to go out and have others say I'm mistreating my wife." Su Anrong reluctantly got off me. "Rice should be sent to kindergarten; he can't just stay home every day. Yes, sending him to the kindergarten in the underworld would be great. The King of Hell definitely won't let him out easily."
"If you dare send him to the underworld, I'll send you there too," I threatened through gritted teeth.
Su Anrong put on his clothes and hugged me from behind. "Silly, you don't understand that I'm just joking to lighten the mood. How could I treat our good son like that?" He pretended well, but I could tell he was gritting his teeth when he said the last part.
"I'll go get your toiletries ready. Hurry up and get dressed, dear," Su Anrong said before stealing a kiss on my cheek and heading to the bathroom.
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself, and noticed my cheeks were slightly flushed. It seemed I had fallen into a state of infatuation.
Ah, have I really succumbed like this?
I slapped my cheeks hard and quickly got dressed, but as I was putting on my pants, a sharp pain shot through my ankle, causing me to fall directly to the ground.
It was the spot where moss had grown on the gravestone, but I remembered that the moss had gradually faded away. I thought it was no longer an issue since nothing had happened for a while, so I didn't take it seriously. I never expected it to flare up suddenly.
"Garlic Rice!" I called out with difficulty; the pain was excruciating and piercing, making it impossible for me to scream. It felt like my leg would be useless in just another second.
"Rice!"
"Mama!" Rice finally heard my voice and rushed in. Seeing me on the ground, he shouted anxiously, "Daddy! Daddy! Come quick! Mama looks like she's dying!"
"Which eye of yours saw that I'm dying?"
In the next moment, Su Anrong rushed in with a mouth full of toothpaste bubbles, running straight to me and scooping me into his arms. "Wife, what happened?"
"Damn it!" Toothpaste bubbles splattered all over my face.
"Rice," my little cotton-padded jacket, immediately spoke out what I was thinking while wiping my face with a napkin. "Daddy, your drool got on Mommy's face."
Su Anrong was at a loss for words. Following my gaze, he looked at my right foot, stopping at my ankle. He gently placed his thumb on it and asked, "Does it hurt here?"
I nodded. His expression turned serious as he asked, "When did it start hurting?"
"Probably after we returned from the Underworld," I began to say, but before I could finish, a sharp pain shot through my ankle, as if something was drilling into my bones with a power drill. The pain was unbearable.
I had never imagined that there could be a kind of pain that made me break out in a cold sweat, but this time I truly experienced it.
Su Anrong's face turned pale. His fingers resting on my ankle tightened slightly as he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "It's you again."
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