"It's time to cook, hubby," said Wang Caishan.
"I'm not hungry," Lin Tian shook his head.
"You may not be hungry, but Zihan and I are famished," Wang Caishan said with a blushing face.
"Oh, alright then."
Only then did Lin Tian finally get up from Wang Caishan.
Wang Caishan got out of bed and nearly fell to the ground, unsteady on her feet.
Her legs were soft and trembling, and her limbs were weak.
She was like this because Lin Tian had worn her out for too long, she had no strength left.
"Rest for a while before cooking, if you really can't, just order some takeout," Lin Tian said, pulling Wang Caishan into his arms.
"I won't order takeout. I'll cook for you. It's not often you come here, I have to cook for you myself," Wang Caishan said, leaning intimately against Lin Tian.
Hearing this, Lin Tian felt moved.
