Mr. Xiao, your wife is back

Learn What You Sow

The girl refused. But for the sake of living, to return to normal, he could only give up. He knelt down in front of Su Jin and lowered his head. "mastering."

Su Jin shrugged his shoulders—his opinion was not important, it seemed.

Xi Chenxiao released his grasp, freeing the girl. Then, he took out a disinfecting tissue from Xi Shi and cleaned all of his fingers discreetly. When he finished, he threw the trash back at Xi Shi, his words were ice-cold, “From now on, your only mission is to protect him. If he's so close to getting hurt, it'll be gone from your head. ”

Su Jin gasped at this absurdity — would it apply the same if he fell one day, or did he accidentally injure himself?

Without blinking her eyes, Xi Chenxiao wrapped his arms around Su Jin's waist and climbed into the passenger seat of his car.

It was then that Su Jin gasped back into the real world due to the strong iron smell of blood. He pushed the man away and typed his words. "Come on. You don't look like you're hurt. You have to improve your game.”

Xi Chenxiao gave her a cold look before closing his eyes, pressing his weight into his embrace. Next, he re-edited the text as his fingers floated above his phone. “Contact emergency services, Xi Shi. Xi Chenxiao was unconscious. We have to take him to the hospital.”

Almost panicking, Xi Shi made a few calls. After twenty minutes, they took Xi Chenxiao who “wounded” to the best hospital in town for surgery. An hour later, the doctor came out of the ER and delivered the news—Xi Chenxiao was in critical condition, and no one else was allowed into his ward except for his wife. The force that was eyeing Xi Chenxiao was now moving.

Su Jin had prepared a towel and basin full of water, ready — and hate — to wipe Xi Chenxiao's body in the luxurious VIP ward. Staring at the remaining bloodstains, he pinched his nose, disgusted, and pulled out his phone. "What if you go take a shower? It would be easier to wash it.”

He has suggested the idea of him carrying a blood bag for graphic effects. He never imagined the thick scent of blood would last long in the air, smashing into his nostrils like a tsunami that he wanted nowhere near him.

Xi Chenxiao glanced at her with the corner of his eyes, his tone emotionless, "I'm in a 'severe wound' right now. Have you ever seen someone seriously injured go to the bathroom by themselves? Besides, you're the one who suggested the idea. So, you clean it up. ”

Su Jin sighed—you reaped what you sowed. After all, there was no point crying over spilled milk. He rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned his shirt, and immediately went to work.

Seeing that he had created a zone, he grabbed his finger and tilted his chin. "What are you thinking?"

His magnetic voice made the red hue on his face even redder than an apple. He shook his head, fleeing to the restroom with a towel and basin.

Later that night, the tired Su Jin typed his request on the phone, pleading. "Hey look. That's late. Can't we call it a day?"

Xi Chenxiao pursed his lips slightly before saying, "It doesn't make sense for a dying husband's wife to go and go home?"

Sitting beside him, Su Jin had all the desire to express his thoughts, but his cold gaze made him swallow his words. He scanned the room, his eyes stopped at the only bed — with Xi Chenxiao lying on it — nearby, and he hesitated.

“Hey, boss. There's only one bed here. How should we sleep? Uh, there's a couch, but I can't let you hit it, right?” He had no guts to let the demons spend the night on the sofa, nor did he want to sleep on it.

"Come in."

Instantly, his words reminded him of that suffering night. He looked at her vigilantly. When he returned his gaze, he saw something else inside.

“We are officially married.”

Su Jin nodded, his fingers editing his words quickly. "I know. But we don't really know each other, okay? I'm also not used to having other people in bed with me.” She vaguely remembers sharing her bed with an older boy when she was a child, but she cannot remember what she looked like anymore.