48 Letting Yan Xi Push The Wheelchair

This was the first time Gu Shen had felt the warmth of home since he was young. The ice in his eyes was melted by the spring breeze, and he became even gentler because of the spring breeze.

"Hubby, try it. I made this braised carp myself. It should be very delicious." Yan Xi touched her nose and smiled.

Gu Shen looked at her. The apron on her body was hanging crookedly. Her nose was stained with some ketchup. Because it was not comfortable, she rubbed her hand against it from time to time, but she just couldn't get the stain out of her nose.

Without a warning, he leaned forward, raised his hand, and rubbed the tip of her nose.

"It's stained," he said, trying to sound calm.

Before he could put down his hand, Yan Xi grabbed it tightly.

She placed one hand on the table and looked Gu Shen in the eye. "Before we eat, shouldn't you give me, this gentle, beautiful, virtuous, and sensible wife of yours, an explanation?"