Fuck! Ye Shu thought, the Great Demon King could swoon someone to death with just a casual move.
She turned around, walked inside, while muttering, "So much nonsense, do you still want your wounds treated or not?"
"Of course, I do. If I died, my dear Mrs. Sheng would become a widow," Sheng Shaochen said with a hoarse voice that carried a mischievous tease.
Ye Shu gave him a silent glare. What kind of timing was it to still be in the mood for such silly jokes?
She quickened her pace, went to the cupboard, and took out a small medical kit, rummaging through it.
By the time she turned around, she saw that Sheng Shaochen had already lain on the bed, obediently, which nearly blinded her.
Ye Shu's fingers tightened unconsciously around the medical kit, her heart warmed, and her eyes were slightly moist.
Could this be considered a textbook example of a loyal dog husband?
