Yang Ming, holding firewood in hand, abruptly paused. He looked towards his petite wife. Was the wife heavy? Not at all, lifting her felt light as a feather, it seemed she needed to eat more in the future, "Not heavy."
"..." She also felt he wasn’t heavy, so what was up with him, suddenly feeling so moody? Never mind, perhaps men are like women, having those few days each month.
Xiaoxiao stopped pondering and came out, washed her hands, picked up the rice ladle to scoop rice, and busied herself as well, "If we work together, it’ll be faster."
Both of them busied themselves cooking, and soon everything was ready. During the meal, Yang Ming was still not very talkative, his mood noticeably low.
Xiaoxiao couldn’t stand it anymore, she used to ignore his words, but now her husband’s mood swings directly tugged at her heart.
After eating, having cleaned up everything, Xiaoxiao couldn’t bear it any longer, "Honey, what’s wrong, you seem down. Did something happen on the way?">
"..." She still asked if something happened? Was he supposed to bring it up again to be ruthlessly rejected again? He didn’t want to, perhaps the timing wasn’t right, he said dejectedly, "Nothing happened."
"..." Seeing her husband’s demeanor, it was unlikely that nothing had happened, something must have occurred, he just wasn’t saying.
Xiaoxiao climbed onto the heated brick bed, made her bed, and lay down. She was racking her brain, trying to figure out what could have gone wrong today.
Suddenly a thought popped into her head, thinking it over, perhaps there was just one thing that might have upset her husband.
Yang Ming sat at the table, his mind not on reading today. He was grappling with himself, wondering whether to place his blanket at the foot of the bed or next to his wife when laying it. Should he persist annoyingly once more?
"Husband." Just as he was struggling, he heard his wife calling him, he raised his head, looked at her, "Hmm?"
"..." He was surprised, why was his wife apologizing out of the blue, was it for rejecting him? He did not want to bring it up again, his complexion soured, "Don’t mention it, I don’t want to hear it."
Although her husband didn’t want her to talk, she still wanted to say, "Today, I shouldn’t have pretended to be another woman."
"..." Yang Ming’s gaze flickered, was this what his wife wanted to discuss? Why did she pretend to be another woman?
He frowned, pondering the question, but to Xiaoxiao, it was clear, indeed, it was this that had upset her husband.
"I didn’t mean to, it was just that you didn’t recognize me, and I thought it would be fun to tease you for a bit."
"..." Was it not to test how he would react to another woman? Even if that hadn’t been her intention, the result had suggested as much, he said with some disappointment, turning it into a question, "It wasn’t a test?"
"Really, it wasn’t, you have to believe me." Xiaoxiao sat up, giving Yang Ming an innocent look.
"Then were you satisfied with my performance?"
Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, "Satisfied, satisfied. Facing another woman, you didn’t falter, you just ran away, couldn’t even shout out, truly my good husband."
"..." So, did he pass the test?
Seeing her husband wasn’t speaking, Xiaoxiao got down from the bed, grabbed Yang Ming’s arms, and shook them coquettishly, "I won’t do it again, can you forgive me, please?"
Yang Ming’s face broke into a playful smile, he thought it was a good opportunity to be stubbornly affectionate with his wife. His arm encircled his wife’s waist, "Then I want to hold you while we sleep a bit later."