When Shen Fangli came out of the bathroom after her bath, she had changed into another set of loungewear.
Yan Xianjue leaned against the sofa with his eyes closed, resting. Hearing movement from the stairs, he beckoned her over.
He reached out to test the temperature of the ginger soup. It was just right for drinking.
The moment Shen Fangli came closer and saw the ginger soup, she frowned.
Yan Xianjue picked up a bowl. "Come on, your husband will feed you."
Shen Fangli had long noticed that whenever Yan Xianjue found something entertaining, he was like a child with a new toy—he would keep at it until he got sick of it.
Clearly, he was not going to stop using that form of address anytime soon.
With an indulgent look on her face that plainly said, What does he want to play at now?, she sat down beside Yan Xianjue. When he picked up the spoon, she obediently opened her mouth.
Seeing how cooperative she was, Yan Xianjue smiled as well and genuinely spooned a mouthful from the bowl into Shen Fangli's mouth.
Shen Fangli froze. Spitting it out would have been uncouth, so she could only force herself to swallow the mouthful of ginger soup. She shot Yan Xianjue a fierce glare, then took the bowl from his hand.
"I suspect all those people in TV dramas who feed medicine one spoonful at a time are trying to bitter someone to death."
With that, she quickly gulped down the remaining ginger soup in big mouthfuls.
Yan Xianjue laughed nonstop from the sofa beside her. When Shen Fangli set down the bowl in annoyance, he immediately pulled out a tissue and leaned over to wipe her mouth.
Shen Fangli was instantly silenced.
She finally understood why Yan Xianjue was