Tan Zhenghong gave a thumbs-up. "Wife, you're getting more and more skilled at throwing insults."
"And you're getting better and better at misinterpreting others."
Qiao Duo'er rubbed her sore lower back, and some other places were also swelling with ache.
Her body had been well taken care of, and she often exercised, but it still couldn't withstand Tan Zhenghong's antics.
Tan Zhenghong said with a goofy smile, "Wife, I'm doing this for our own good."
The more often it happened, the deeper their affection grew, ensuring they'd stay together for a long, long time, a truth he had just learned yesterday.
After testing, this method proved to be very effective.
"I can't be bothered to deal with you; I'm going to check on the babies, they should be awake by now." Qiao Duo'er awarded Tan Zhenghong with her turning back.
Someone had become incurably ill, beyond the help of medicine.