"Lanlan, you don't trust me?" Qi Ruigang asked with a soft laugh, and if you didn't look into his icy eyes, his expression was absolutely tender and affectionate.
Suddenly, Mo Lan called out to him, "Good husband, can you help me sit up?"
Qi Ruigang was puzzled by her request, but he still helped her to sit up and placed a soft pillow behind her back.
"Good husband, I want to drink water, hot water."
"What trick are you playing?" Qi Ruigang narrowed his eyes to question her.
Mo Lan responded sarcastically with a laugh, "If you want to be a good husband, let's see how well you can play the part. If you can't, then don't bother with your hypocritical disgust."
"It's just a cup of water. If you want to drink, I'll pour it for you." Qi Ruigang hooked his lips up and fetched her a somewhat scalding cup of hot water.
"Do you want me to feed you?"
"No need." Mo Lan took the cup with one hand and took a shallow sip.
