Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 173 - 174: Truly Exhausting! [Extra]

Chapter 173: Chapter 174: Truly Exhausting! [Extra]

For the first time in his life feeding someone else, Huangfu Jue had never even considered details such as cooling the porridge first.

Stunned by her scolding, he withdrew the bowl and spoon, cautiously tasting it himself.

Indeed, the porridge was thick and seemed not steamy on sight, but it was still hot once in the mouth.

He cradled the small spoon, gently blew on it, and brought it back to her lips.

With her eyelashes lowered, watching the spoon half-filled with porridge, Gan Yuan’s eyes darkened.

Slowly opening her mouth to swallow the porridge from his spoon, she felt a blockage in her throat, making it hard to swallow.

For a man like him, reaching this point was not easy; he had been compromising with her all this time, she knew all this, but still...

Swallowing the porridge in her mouth, she gritted her teeth and spoke harshly again.

"Too cold!"

The man’s eyebrows rose slightly, he scooped another spoonful of porridge, blew on it, tested the temperature with his lips, and brought it back to her mouth.

She kept her mouth closed, growing even more harsh.

"You’ve touched it."

With her face downcast, her lips pursed, she waited for him to lose his temper and storm out of the room.

But the typically proud man was absolutely enduring this time, he switched to a new spoon and served her the porridge again.

"This is a new spoon, I didn’t touch it."

Feeling warmth around her eyes, as if something was about to spill out, her hand clenched under the blankets, Gan Yuan forcefully pushed back her tears.

Unable to speak, she chose to remain silent, merely swallowing the porridge he brought to her, spoon by spoon.

Until the whole bowl of porridge was finished, both of them kept their silence, not saying a word.

He fed her a spoonful, and she took a spoonful.

No matter whether he had cooled the porridge or not, even though it was somewhat cold by the end, even though she clearly saw strands of green onion in the porridge which she disliked, she still forcefully swallowed it down.

"I’ve had enough, you can go now."

The man didn’t make a sound, silently cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and carried them out of the bedroom.

She reached out to turn off the light, snuggled into the blankets, and listened to his footsteps in the dark.

Listening as he entered Gan Tang’s bedroom, listened to him turning off the light, listened to him entering her bedroom...

She thought this time he would finally leave, but to her surprise, the head of the bed sagged, and the man had already sat down beside her.

Just as she was about to turn around, he lifted the blankets, laid down behind her, and reached out to hug her waist from behind, pressing his chest to her back.

Gan Yuan’s back tensed up, and she reached to grasp his hand.

"Don’t move, and I won’t touch you."

"Huangfu Jue..."

"Sleep."

"I can’t sleep like this."

"If you’re not sleepy, then let’s do something else!"

She clenched her teeth and drew back her hand.

At first, she stiffened her waist, intentionally keeping a distance from him, but gradually sleepiness overcame her.

Having been tormented all night long and on top of that, the blood loss, she was extremely exhausted and unconsciously fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

In the darkness, listening to her breaths becoming more relaxed, Huangfu Jue gently kissed her hair and sighed softly.

"Damn woman, you’re such a handful!"

Six words, without resentment, filled with tenderness.

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In the second half of the night when the numbing effect of the anesthesia wore off, the wound slowly began to hurt.

With the pain, she couldn’t sleep soundly; yet feeling too weak and weary to fully awaken, she turned restlessly under the covers.

"Be good, stop fidgeting!"

In the dark, the man got up swiftly, carefully protected her injured leg as he helped her sit up, and took the painkiller prepared at the bedside. He bit it and fed it to her, pushing it down her throat with his tongue.

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Hey, the level of ’filth’ is getting higher, you pure kids won’t understand~!