"That old guy can thrive in the capital not just because of his medical skills but also due to his character. So, next time, be more careful."
"Alright, it's getting late. Let me help you with a bath!" Wen Xin pushed Mu Chengxi's wheelchair towards the first-floor bedroom the housekeeper had prepared.
"You've just recovered. Let Mu Bei help me. You don't have to tire yourself," Mu Chengxi said, concerned about Wen Xin, not wanting her to overexert herself.
"I'm already fine. My man doesn't need to be seen by others. As long as you don't act out, I won't get tired."
Wen Xin winked at Mu Chengxi, who immediately understood her meaning, and his ears turned pink.
He sighed deeply. "You little vixen, always knowing how to drive me crazy."
After they finished washing up, Wen Xin lay in bed, her back to Mu Chengxi. No matter how gently he coaxed her, she refused to turn around.
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself... Don't be mad, okay?"