Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Ying Yuchuan didn't know how married couples should get along, nor did he know how to get along with his wife, who was seven years younger than him.

He learns other things quickly and easily, but when it comes to marriage, there is no standard answer for him to learn.

However, there are two couples in his family.

His grandparents, and his parents.

He took them as role models and diligently studied how to be a husband.

For example, if she gets injured, he will learn to take care of her.

In the past, whenever his mother was unwell, his father would be very anxious and take care of her personally, without relying on anyone else.

So even after 32 years of marriage, their relationship is still going very well.

His father was a man loyal to his marriage and his wife. Over the years, he had never been involved in any scandals. While his peers had mistresses or lovers, he only had eyes for his mother.

Sometimes his friends would laugh at him for loving his wife so much that he didn't know how to enjoy life, saying that a real man should have two women on his left and one on his right.

His father, however, said that of all the waters in the world, he would only take a single sip.

No matter how beautiful or attractive other women are, they can't compare to the wife he finally managed to marry.

A woman bears his children, yet he thinks about cheating on her with other women; he doesn't deserve to be called a man.

Although his father wasn't good at sweet talk, his love for his mother was hidden in his everyday caring gestures.

He also wanted to be a man like his father.

He would remain faithful to one woman for life.

Therefore, he can set aside his pride to protect and care for her.

He could not forget that evening in the main house, where she stood alone, stubbornly defiant, ignored by everyone.

She was so stubborn that it made people feel sorry for her.

She was in so much pain, but she never cried out.

Ying Yuchuan also discovered another side of his young wife.

Playful and energetic, full of spirit, but stubborn, and doesn't like to show her vulnerability to others.

He also couldn't guess what kind of "surprises" his carefree and irresponsible wife would create for him in the future.

It was past 11 p.m.

When Ying Yuchuan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw the deer vine on the bed wriggling restlessly like a maggot.

"What's wrong now?"

The word "again" is used to ask a very clever question.

Because in the previous two hours, she had been making noise from time to time.

This caused Ying Yuchuan some distress.

Why are injured people so restless?

Lu Luozhi watched him longingly as he looked refreshed after his bath.

She said longingly, "I want to take a shower."

She's the kind of person who would die if she didn't take a bath.

She wanted to take a shower and wash her hair before lying in a warm bed, instead of feeling like she was eating pickled vegetables.

He said in a calm voice, "The doctor told you not to get it wet for the next few days."

"I can't sleep without taking a shower."

"Bear with it."

"...You can't just take a shower yourself and expect me to endure it."

She looked at him accusingly with her bright, round black and white eyes.

He remained unmoved, saying, "The wound will get infected if it gets wet."

Lu Luozhi has plenty of ways to deal with him.

"You can't expect me to sleep in your bed with my body all dirty."

If it's obsessive-compulsive disorder, then you have to deal with it using obsessive-compulsive methods.

He gestured with his chin towards the newly laid-out bedding, "You just put it on less than an hour ago. Do you expect me, someone who's been out all day and is covered in sweat, to sleep on your blankets and pillow?"

This man thought her wearing outdoor clothes to his bed was dirty, so he took a new four-piece bedding set and changed into it himself.

A slight crack appeared on Ying Yuchuan's usually stern and unyielding face.

Lu Luozhi continued to provoke him, "And my hair is very dusty."

"The T-shirt smells of sweat."

"..."

Ying Yuchuan pursed his thin lips and gritted his teeth secretly.

"My feet have been in shoes all day..."

At this point, the thread of reason in his mind snapped completely, and he couldn't listen anymore.

"That's enough!"

His deep shout did not frighten Lu Luozhi; instead, she became bolder, gazing at him with pleading eyes, "Then let me take a bath."

He gritted his teeth, glaring at her irritably. "It'll be infectious!"

Sure enough, she was deliberately trying to provoke him.

Ying Yuchuan had lost his composure.

"Then I'll take a bath, a bath is fine, right?"

If taking another step didn't work, Lu Luozhi had no choice but to back down.

Taking a sponge bath is fine too, as long as it keeps you dry.

This time, it has to work, no matter what.

Ying Yuchuan pursed his lips and walked over, exuding an aura of either her death or his own, and reached out to grab her.

He carried her in his arms and quickly walked into the bathroom, placing her on the edge of the bathtub.

He looked at her with a sneer, "Wash? I'd like to see how you wash."

Looking at the wound on her hand, Lu Luozhi's eyes darted around. She handed him the showerhead, her eyes pleading as she looked at him expectantly. "Could you wash my hair for me?"

They even started ordering him around?

She doesn't resemble his mother at all.

His mother wouldn't put his father through that kind of ordeal.

Under her expectant gaze, Ying Yuchuan took a deep breath, calmed himself down a bit, and then picked up the showerhead and turned on the water.

"Lower your head."

Lu Luozhi smiled, feeling a little smug.

She just wanted to test whether he would wash her hair, but she didn't expect him to actually agree.

She obediently lowered her head and gently brushed the strands of hair at the back of her head forward with her fingertips.

The smile on her lips never faded.

See? He just has a bad tongue, but he never hesitated in his actions.

Hot water flowed from the showerhead, splashing and steaming, slowly filling the not-so-small bathroom with a misty, grayish-white hue.

The water splashed and wet her hair. Ying Yuchuan held the showerhead in one hand and used the other as a comb, his slender fingertips slowly moving back and forth on her scalp to smooth her hair.

A tingling sensation spread from my scalp throughout my body.

With her face down, Lu Luozhi looked at the water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair that fell in front of her eyes, and unconsciously tightened her hands at her sides to fight the numbness caused by him.

He turned off the water, lathered up the shampoo, and the rich foam enveloped her hair, turning it into a white mess.

The shampoo has a fresh ocean scent and smells wonderful.

Deer-rod sniffed.

I discovered that the scent of the wash gel was the same faint scent he had on his body.

As he gently massaged her scalp with both hands, Ying Yuchuan realized that many of his first experiences were with her.

This was the first time he had ever washed a girl's hair.

He washed her hair as he normally would, but he noticed that her hair was much softer than his.

My hair is smoother after using shampoo.

His deep gaze fell on the small black mole below her right earring.

The small black mole was somewhat noticeable on the fair skin.

He recognized the mole.

This is something she's had since she was little.

He remembered someone telling him that the mole in that location meant he had made a promise with someone he loved in his past life to continue their relationship in this one.

He was too young to understand what those words meant.

Looking back now, that person must have been lying to him.

What does it mean to make a promise with someone you loved in a past life to continue your relationship in this life?

This isn't a TV drama; there's no such thing as superstition.

The pad of my thumb casually brushed against the mole.

This made Lu Luozhi tremble all over.

She remained silent.

He flushed it.

The foam, along with the water droplets, was washed onto the ground.

In a daze, Lu Luozhi seemed to hear him ask her softly.

Do you remember anything from your childhood?

When I was a child?

"How small?"

His eyes flickered.

"Three years old."

Three years old?

Lu Luozhi was momentarily bewildered.

She was so young, how could she possibly remember anything?

She probably thought she was being taken to the fields to work in the fields by her grandparents while she was sniffling.

She was playing in the mud, while they were farming.

"I don't remember."

Ying Yuchuan was somewhat disappointed.

"I remember."

He said it in a somewhat sullen tone.

what?

"And then?"

Does it make him seem to have a good memory?

She should have kept quiet; once she asked, Ying Yuchuan seemed rather annoyed.

After rinsing her with water in a slightly rough manner, he rubbed her with the detergent again and rinsed her again.

Water splashed into her eyes, forcing Lu Luozhi to close them.

"Hey, I didn't offend you, can you take it easy? You're going to rip my hair out by the roots."

She didn't say anything wrong, so why did her attitude change so suddenly?

Ying Yuchuan snorted, turned off the water, grabbed a dry towel, and intended to throw it to her so she could dry herself off.

When he saw the raw, bleeding wounds on her hands, he held back and instead took the initiative to wipe her wet hair.

revenge.

He must be getting revenge.

Lu Luozhi slightly lifted one eyelid.

The man before me had a handsome, resolute face, but no expression.

Ying Yuchuan discovered that no matter how careful he was, the collar of her clothes was still wet.

The collar of the soaked white T-shirt clung tightly to the skin.

He frowned slightly, and without thinking much, stretched out both hands to her.

"Take off your clothes, and I'll help you take a bath while I'm at it."