Actually, it was understandable why Song Yuanhuan was so worried. It was because Xu Xiuxiu’s constitution was peculiar and special. Although she typically seed to be healthy, whenever she caught a minor cold or illness, it would always beco more severe. Without dragging on for half a month, the cold would not heal. Ultimately, the one who felt heartbroken was him, her husband.
But Song Yuanhuan also had to admit that whenever Xu Xiuxiu was sick, her coquettish behaviors and little temper tantrums always appeared more enticing than usual. Sotis, he even felt a strong urge to pounce on her and ravage her!
"Sleeping in the room! Mommy says she feels bad." Little Baby lifted her face and said, her eyes also filled with worry typical of her age, "Daddy, is Mommy sick? Let’s take Mommy to Doctor Uncle to get an injection!" Song Chenxi, the little girl, was afraid of injections but she knew that children heal faster from sickness with injections.
And she thought that since her mommy was an adult, adults aren’t afraid of the pain from injections.
"Mommy is fine, don’t worry. Continue playing with your brother. Daddy will go check on your mommy and then co out to make dinner for you all, okay?" Song Yuanhuan nodded as he spoke, soothing his little daughter’s worried heart.
"Okay, then Daddy, please take good care of Mommy!" Little Baby nodded in agreent.
Song Yuanhuan then walked with steady steps toward the bedroom. As he pushed open the door, his deep eyes imdiately saw the person curled up in bed, currently sleeping deeply. Her normally silent breathing, now a bit heavy because of the severe nasal congestion from the cold, and her delicate eyebrows knitted together, clearly showed she was uncomfortable.
"Xiuxiu." Song Yuanhuan softly called out to her, his warm breath accompanying his hand as he gently touched her forehead.
Xu Xiuxiu, groggy, opened her eyes and looked at Song Yuanhuan sitting by the bed, her face scrunching up in discomfort, "Mr. Song, I feel bad... hmm..." With her nose plugged, her voice carried an unusual adorable tone. She wriggled in bed, then leaned toward Song Yuanhuan. Her soft, tender arms attempted to stretch out of the covers, but as soon as they touched his cold hands, they imdiately retracted smartly.
"You’re so cold..." she mumbled, her tone carrying slight annoyance and disgust.
"Fussy," Song Yuanhuan smiled, tapping her forehead.
", fussy? It’s all because of you. If you hadn’t insisted last night on..." Xu Xiuxiu glared at him, her words filled with complaints and rebukes toward him. In the winter, nights were ant for good sleep, but this man, still passionate as fire at night, insisted on engaging her in activities, leaving her no choice but to endure. Alternating between cold and hot definitely made catching a cold easier. Unlike his robust body, after a night of tossing and turning, she simply couldn’t handle it and would catch a cold, while he remained spirited. "Hmph..." She didn’t finish her words, adopting an ’I don’t want to deal with you’ expression, irritably turning her head away.
"Alright! It’s all my fault. Next ti I’ll make sure it’s warm in the blankets... and make sure you won’t feel cold. But then don’t complain about the heat," Song Yuanhuan cheekily admitted his fault, not forgetting to make an indecent joke at the end.
Maybe this was just the nature of a military man, soone from the disciplined, suppressive type, in that male-dominated place where military n are inherently more unruly and tough. They always tell crude jokes and even possess a strong sense of adorable contradiction—outwardly serious but once you get to know them, they’re like big, cheeky mangoes, extrely naughty.
"Who’s under the blanket with you!" Xu Xiuxiu replied grumpily, turning her head back to glare at Song Yuanhuan.
"Alright! Next ti you can do whatever you want." Song Yuanhuan continued to coax her with good temper, then tucked the blanket around her, "Have you taken your dicine?"
"No!" Xu Xiuxiu was curled up in the blanket, only her little face shaking her head.
Song Yuanhuan helplessly frowned, "Then you lie down a bit longer, I’ll go make dinner, and you can take your dicine after you eat." Song Yuanhuan initially wanted to make sure Xu Xiuxiu took her dicine imdiately, but seeing that it was almost dinner ti, taking the dicine after the al would be more effective, so he changed his approach.
"Okay!" Xu Xiuxiu obediently nodded her head. Despite having a cold and feeling weak all over, the nearness of the New Year and the upcoming trip back to their hotown ant she still had many things on her mind. "Did you buy all the kinds of seafood I asked you to buy this morning?"
"Don’t worry, I bought them. They will be delivered to the house tomorrow. You must take your dicine on ti, otherwise, mom will definitely say I didn’t take good care of you when we go ho the day after tomorrow." Song Yuanhuan nodded, caressing her tender cheek, srized by her skin which was irresistibly soft. Despite having three children, she still looked younger than ordinary girls, often attracting the stares of many n when she walked down the street.
Indeed, his comrades used to say that when one is courting, they are tender girls but turn into tigresses after marriage. Yet his wife, having borne three children, still looked like a young girl on the street, making her irresistibly attractive. This always made him treat her like a young girl, fearing that outside temptations may lure her away.
"Isn’t it because you didn’t take good care of ?" Xu Xiuxiu playfully retorted, lifting the corner of her mouth.
"You’re right, it’s my fault I didn’t take adequate care of you." Song Yuanhuan agreed amiably, pinching her cheek, then turned to leave the bedroom to make dinner for the kids. He had to return to the army the next day, but the day after that, he could drive his family back to their hotown for the New Year, so Song Yuanhuan was in a particularly good mood.
"Wow! Daddy, the food you make isn’t as delicious as what mommy makes!" Little Baby, holding her own little bowl and chopsticks, couldn’t help but express her disdain while eating the al prepared by Song Yuanhuan.
"Yeah! It’s much worse." Little Moon was now quite the pro at teasing, especially at poking fun at Song Yuanhuan, their dad, usually hitting the mark effortlessly.
"..." Song Yuanhuan’s face darkened.
"Actually, it’s quite tasty. This braised pork is really flavorful. Brother, sister, eat the at." Song Chengguang, being the elder brother, couldn’t bear to see his younger siblings disparaging their dad, so he tried to put in a good word. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed what dishes Song Yuanhuan had prepared in the kitchen, and he inadvertently picked the neighbor Hu itao’s braised pork as his proof.
"..." Song Yuanhuan stared at the braised pork, watching the boy and girl twins seemingly enjoying it, and awkwardly twitched his mouth, then spoke sternly, "Just eat your al properly." Really, even eating couldn’t keep these three kids’ mouths shut.
When Song Yuanhuan spoke sternly, the three children imdiately exchanged glances, then silently held their bowls and ate their food earnestly.
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