Yin Shixiu watched the graceful figure of the woman walking toward the bathroom, the sting from her flick still lingering on his forehead. A trace of bewilderment flashed across his expression...
After the bewilderment, only a helpless, faint smile remained.
His wife’s respect and admiration for him had been dwindling, and sometimes she even treated him like a child.
Yin Shixiu wasn’t saying this way of getting along was bad, it was just that... beneath the novelty there was a faint sense of crisis.
Soft sounds of running water drifted out from the bathroom. Yin Shixiu’s gaze dropped slightly, and without even trying, he could see the two legs under the quilt.
The fourth stage of treatment had already begun.
The good news was, his legs no longer went numb as often as before, to the point of being completely without sensation for an entire day.
The bad news was, as sensation slowly returned, the weather had turned cold, and whenever they were exposed to the cold, the pain in his legs could force cold sweat out of a person.
If he wanted to stand up and walk on those legs as he used to, he had to do things the way he used to...
Otherwise...
The bathroom door slid open, and Su Xiaomeng, in her pajamas, walked straight over to the dressing table to do her nightly face and body care.
The heat that had built up while she showered seemed to have been carried out of the bathroom with her, warming her face, making the whiteness blush with red...
Even from three or four meters away, the fragrance on her body reached his nose, slipped into his lungs, and seeped into every cell of his body...
Stirring up the man’s most primal desires.
Just kissing, just touching, just fantasizing... could no longer come close to satisfying him.
Su Xiaomeng finished her skincare, loosened the band holding up her hair, and let it fall freely.
She turned off the light at the dressing table before walking to the bed, feeling her way to a spot and climbing up, nestling beside Yin Shixiu,
"Why are you looking at me like that... don’t recognize me?"
Su Xiaomeng asked.
Though it was a question, there was clearly a hint of that little shared coyness between a man and a woman in her tone.
Shuangshuang and Huang Huang had, in their sleep, ended up in each other’s arms.
The bed was big; even with a family of four sleeping together, there was still plenty of space left.
Su Xiaomeng curled up in Yin Shixiu’s arms, her head resting on his arm...
His thinness, compared to three or four months ago when she found him in London, had already noticeably improved.
It was just that... compared to the solid strength he used to have, he was still far from it.
Resting her head on his arm actually wasn’t comfortable for Su Xiaomeng; it felt hard and poked at her.
She didn’t want to use it as a pillow, but every night when they went to sleep, Yin Shixiu would stubbornly stretch out his arm like a child.
Su Xiaomeng had no way around it. Even though that hard, poking feeling always gave her nightmares, always made her heart ache, she still lay on it.
At the beginning, it really was hard to accept, but gradually...
Feeling every day, in the flesh, how this frailty was slowly improving under the doctors’ treatment and the family’s careful care...
That in itself became a kind of enjoyment.
The main light in the bedroom had never been turned on; the lamp by the bed was dim.
Even so, the moment Su Xiaomeng came out of the bathroom she could feel Yin Shixiu’s burning gaze...
Others might not understand that look, but after more than four years with him, how could Su Xiaomeng not?
He wanted...
It wasn’t just that Yin Shixiu wanted her; her body, too, was craving him.
"I recognize you... I was just thinking... how did I get so lucky to have such a beautiful fairy..."
Yin Shixiu shifted slightly onto his side, slipped an arm around her, and lowered his head; their breaths were already tangling together.
Su Xiaomeng slowly closed her eyes, her hand sliding along the hem of his top, inching its way up...
Yin Shixiu’s arm tightened; he lowered his head that fraction more and firmly captured her soft lips...
Xiao Meng could clearly feel her husband’s body responding.
But all she could do was use her hand to ease him a little... anything too intense, she didn’t dare, and couldn’t, do.
Yin Shixiu panted heavily, holding Su Xiaomeng tight, as if wishing their two bodies could merge into one; no matter how tightly he held her, it never felt close enough...
"I’m going insane..."
Yin Shixiu murmured by her ear.
Su Xiaomeng kept her eyes closed, took a deep breath, and said nothing.
Compared to the torment of wanting but not being able to do, the fact that he was still by her side was already enough to make her feel blessed.
She patted his back lightly, coaxing him to sleep the way one would soothe a child, the corners of her mouth lifting in a faint arc,
"Do you still remember... that winter three years ago... up on Jiuling Mountain, the snow was just as heavy, and it was also the day of the ancestral rites..."
The more Su Xiaomeng spoke, the softer her voice became...
Her cheeks grew slightly hot.
Yin Shixiu remembered as well. His lips grazed the delicate curve of Su Xiaomeng’s ear, and with almost a breath of sound he said,
"I remember... and... I think about it often..."
Chapter 1075: 718: The Tenth Yin Family Head (6,000 Words)
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