Seeing this, Xia Zhiwan quickly turned her head to the side, flustered.
Li Xiaohan, on the other hand, gently stroked her back with the hand that hadn’t been injured.
“Don’t be afraid. Let’s go upstairs first.”
Fearing that the scene downstairs would scare her, Li Xiaohan led her back to their room. He called Ye Qi to handle the situation downstairs.
Once back in the room, Xia Zhiwan grabbed Li Xiaohan’s hand and led him to the bathroom.
She carefully rinsed the wound on his hand with water before returning to the bedside to retrieve the first aid kit.
“Ah Han, it might hurt a little, but I’ll be gentle.”
Xia Zhiwan pressed gauze lightly against his wound until it stopped bleeding.
She then leaned in, gently blowing on the wound, and applied iodine to disinfect it.
Afterward, she wrapped Li Xiaohan’s hand in gauze and tied it off neatly with a little bow.
Throughout all of this, Li Xiaohan just watched her, both touched and astonished.
He had never imagined a woman could be so gentle with him.
“Wanwan… why are you suddenly being… so good to me?”
“As long as you ask, anything—even my life—you can take it,” Xia Zhiwan replied.
Hearing this, Li Xiaohan’s body stiffened, and a bittersweet ache surged in his chest.
She leaned forward, kissed him on the lips, and looked deeply into his eyes.
“Ah Han… because you’ve treated me so, so well… because I love you so, so much.”
“Love me…?” Li Xiaohan’s heart felt as though it had been struck hard.
She said she loved him. Said she loved him so, so much.
The words hit Li Xiaohan like a thunderbolt, his voice betraying shock and excitement.
His eyes, both hopeful and cautious, pierced Xia Zhiwan’s heart. She thought back to her past life—what had she done to hurt such a good man so deeply?
“Ah Han, I love you. Of course I love you. You’re my most beloved husband.”
“Husband…”
Li Xiaohan stared at her in disbelief.
“Wanwan… you said I’m your husband?”
“Yes. We’re legally married. What’s wrong with calling you my husband?”
Without hesitation, Xia Zhiwan blinked and climbed onto Li Xiaohan’s lap. “Doesn’t husband like it when I call him that?”
Li Xiaohan held her waist and, with a forceful motion, pressed her onto the bed.
“Wanwan…”
Her face flushed, but she still met his gaze. “Husband.”
“Say it again.”
“Husband, husband, husband… Ah Han is Wanwan’s most beloved husband… mmm…”
Li Xiaohan’s eyes gleamed as he captured the air from her lips.
“Wanwan… I’ve finally waited for you.”
A few minutes later, Xia Zhiwan, her face bright red, pounded lightly on his chest. “Mmm… I… can’t… breathe…”
Li Xiaohan, breathing heavily, propped himself up so she could get air, then brushed his lips gently against hers again.
The slick, warm contact made their hearts race even faster.
“Bang, bang, bang.”
“Madam, I’ve brought your meal. Do you want to eat now?”
Outside the door, Aunt Wang knocked. After a brief silence, Li Xiaohan opened the door with a dark expression.
“Aunt Wang, you’re very responsible!”
Pleased with the praise, Aunt Wang initially felt proud—but when her eyes fell on Xia Zhiwan’s state inside, her heart skipped a beat.
Had she just walked in on a battle between gods?
Was this so-called praise… sarcasm?
Li Xiaohan wanted to say something, but seeing that Xia Zhiwan was genuinely hungry, he accepted the food and the nourishing soup.
“Bang!” The door slammed shut behind him, sending a gust of wind to hit Aunt Wang’s face, leaving her still shaken.
Inside, Xia Zhiwan’s mouth watered at the sight of the food Li Xiaohan brought.
She tried to crawl down from the bed, but the soreness in her body made her freeze in place.
“Open your mouth.”
Suppressing a laugh, Li Xiaohan fed her, bringing the food gently to her lips.
Shy and hungry, Xia Zhiwan pouted and looked away in a small fit of stubbornness.
“Hmph, husband, you’re bad. You did all these naughty things and now you’re laughing at me.”
“Okay, okay, it’s all husband’s fault. I had no restraint and made my Wanwan tired.”
He placed the tray aside and asked, “Then, should husband give Wanwan a little massage?”
“Hmm? Massage? There?”
Xia Zhiwan’s face flushed as she swung a small fist at him. “Ah Han, you pervert!”
“Wanwan is mine. This isn’t perversion—it’s normal,” Li Xiaohan said, staring intently at her.
Xia Zhiwan’s curiosity was instantly piqued by his words. “What?”
Their eyes locked.
Li Xiaohan leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky.
“Love.”
The single word made Xia Zhiwan immediately cover her now-burning face with both hands.
Her heart raced—how could he speak like that?!
So daring, so embarrassing!
Li Xiaohan’s fingers, warm and burning, slipped under her hands and pressed against her lips, caressing.
The brush of tongue and fingertip was teasingly faint, both alluring and tantalizing.
Xia Zhiwan almost forgot the soreness beneath her.
“Since Wanwan doesn’t want to eat, maybe we can do something else instead.”
“My Wanwan… eat or play?”
“Eat… eat…” Xia Zhiwan forced out the words with the last bit of rationality she had left.
“Then, do you want to let go of my finger so we can eat?”
Xia Zhiwan realized that because she’d been covering her face, she had gripped his hand tightly, making it immobile.
She quickly moved her hands from her face—and noticed that his fingers were noticeably damp as he withdrew…