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When Jiang Yao pressed her palm against his palm, Lu Xingzhi took advantage of the opportunity to compare the sizes of his and her hands. He interlocked his palm with her fingers before raising them to his lips to kiss her.

"Yaoyao, let's go home. The smell is heavy here, and the bed is not comfortable. I have nothing to do in the hospital. You made the medicine, and you were the one who changed the medicine for me. We can go home." Lu Xingzhi's voice was gentle as he coaxed Jiang Yao. "It's also a waste of hospital resources for us to stay here."

"Let's stay here for a while longer." Jiang Yao moved away.

"No need. I know what you're worried about." Lu Xingzhi forcefully turned Jiang Yao's face toward him. He did not want to look at the back of his wife's head. How could the back of her head be as beautiful as her face?