"Little Frost, I'm hungry."
Ling Shuangjiang glanced at him: "You only ate a few bites of food at the dinner table and drank so much wine, you must be hungry. How about I cook some wontons for you when we get back?"
Xie Wang leaned against the passenger seat, speaking with deep affection: "My stomach is hungry, and... I'm hungry there too."
Ling Shuangjiang ignored him and continued driving.
Feeling suddenly neglected, Xie Wang was somewhat saddened. Under the influence of alcohol, he was unusually sensitive.
His daughter, Xiaoshuangjiang, doted on him before they got married.
The pampering she received after marriage gradually diminished.
Is this the fate of a stay-at-home husband?
Xie Wang gazed wistfully out the window, his heart slowly growing cold.
Sure enough, even having a dog couldn't hold onto Ling Shuangjiang's heart. They've only been married a few days; will Ling Shuangjiang's love for him gradually fade away over the next few decades?
Xie Wang coughed twice, the taste of alcohol filling his throat, with a hint of bitterness.
Ultimately, he decided to turn to the dark side to save his marriage.
As the car drove into her residential compound, Ling Shuangjiang greeted the security guard and carefully observed the surrounding road conditions.
Xie Wang was filled with jealousy.
Who was that strange man just now?
Upon arriving in her courtyard, Ling Shuangjiang was about to turn off the engine when her hand on the steering wheel was suddenly grabbed.
Xie Wang's eyes were deep as he pressed the control button.
He's about to turn evil.
The driver's side parking space gradually descends until it becomes flat.
Before Ling Shuangjiang could react, Xie Wang had already pounced on him and pinned him down.
Ling Shuangjiang said helplessly, "Aren't you hungry? Let's go back and eat first."
Xie Wang slowly leaned closer and pecked his earlobe: "You can eat here first."
Ling Shuangjiang gently patted his back with her fingertips.
"This place is too cramped."
“It’s not narrow.” Xie Wang’s voice was muffled, his brows furrowed. “I have a wish.”
Ling Shuangjiang: "What wish?"
Xie Wang: "It's about experiencing it here once."
When Xie Wang spoke, his voice was intermittent and sometimes incoherent, clearly indicating that he was somewhat drunk.
Ling Shuangjiang coaxed him, "Let's talk about it another day, it's cold here."
"It's not cold." Xie Wang skillfully turned up the air conditioner temperature. "It's not cold now."
Before Ling Shuangjiang could continue to persuade him, Xie Wang had already untied her belt.
There's nothing here. Are you trying to hurt me?
This trump card indeed made Xie Wang stop his actions.
Just when Ling Shuangjiang thought he was going to give up, Xie Wang suddenly took out a set of tools from the drawer.
Is this okay?
Seeing Xie Wang's excited eyes, Ling Shuangjiang suspected that he had planned this all along.
Who in their right mind would put something like that in their car?
Before he could argue, Xie Wang had already covered him and sealed his lips with hers.
The sound of the car seat rubbing against my skin was exceptionally clear.
With her last shred of reason, Ling Shuangjiang activated the car's privacy shutter and disappeared into the turbulent sea of intrusion.
The disturbance continued until nine o'clock before Xie Wang finally brought Ling Shuang back to the house. Because he was drunk, he staggered as he walked, and was on the verge of falling at any moment.
Helpless, Ling Shuangjiang had no choice but to support him.
Fortunately, the alcohol helped Xie Wangcai, so he wasn't as passionate as before and it ended after only two rounds. Ling Shuangjiang was also in better shape and was able to support him.
Hunger gradually began to rumble in Xie Wang's stomach.
Ling Shuangjiang sighed helplessly, "Are you hungry?"
Xie Wang nodded slowly: "Mm."
Ling Shuangjiang put her arm around his waist and, unusually, retorted, "I'd rather you starve to death."
Xie Wang suddenly raised an eyebrow: "If I starve to death, you won't have a husband anymore."
Ling Shuangjiang wanted to test how drunk he was, so she deliberately ruffled his hair: "Then tell me, what use is it of me to have you as my husband?"
"Didn't you feel it just now?" Xie Wang frowned, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Don't ask me such childish questions next time."
Ling Shuangjiang was so angry she laughed.
Sure enough, he became bolder after getting drunk.
After placing Xie Wang'an on the sofa, Ling Shuangjiang rubbed her aching back and said, "Behave yourself, I'll go make you some wontons."
Xie Wang sat up straight: "Hmm."
Ling Shuangjiang suddenly understood Ye Wangshu's feelings today.
He even had the urge to poison the wontons.
There were wontons he had prepared in advance in the refrigerator; they only needed to be cooked for ten minutes.
As the scallions and tomatoes were added to the pot, a rich, sweet and sour broth wafted out. Ling Shuangjiang would occasionally glance back at Xie Wang in the living room and find him sipping tea from a teacup.
He was somewhat puzzled.
Xie Wang hadn't moved. Where did the hot water on the coffee table come from?
Soon, the shrimp and tomato wontons were served piping hot.
Ling Shuangjiang only realized when she placed the teacup in front of Xie Wang that it was empty, with nothing inside.
Xie Wang blew on the empty teacup: "Is it ready?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Okay, eat."
Xie Wang stared at the wontons for a while, then looked at him expectantly: "Feed me."
Ling Shuangjiang: "You're not a child, why are you feeding me?"
Xie Wang slammed down his teacup: "Am I still your most beloved dog?"
Ling Shuangjiang chuckled: "My most beloved dog is over there."
Following the direction Ling Shuangjiang pointed, Xie Wang caught a glimpse of his son playing in the doghouse.
A hint of malice flashed between his brows: "You choose between it and me."
Ling Shuangjiang faced a difficult choice: "I need to think about it."
Xie Wang stood up, feeling wronged, picked up his teacup, and prepared to leave.
"I'm leaving, don't think about me."
Ling Shuangjiang said calmly, "Please put down my teacup."
Xie Wang hurriedly retorted, "I've served you for so long, and you won't even give me my food bowl?"
A doting laugh came from behind her. Ling Shuangjiang stood up, stepped forward, and took his hand: "Come on, let me feed you wontons."
Xie Wang's eyes suddenly softened with tenderness.
His Little Frost is really good.
He slowly walked over and knelt down in front of Ling Shuangjiang with a "thump," hugging his waist: "I knew it, you love me the most, and it wasn't in vain that I spent my whole life with you."
Ling Shuangjiang sighed and smiled, "I'm really impressed with you. Get up and eat some wontons."
"I'll eat while kneeling."
The wonton bowl was very hot. Ling Shuangjiang had just picked it up when Xie Wang stopped him. To avoid burning Ling Shuangjiang, Xie Wang held the wonton bowl with both hands, indicating that he should feed him with a spoon.
Ling Shuangjiang: "Open your mouth."
Xie Wang obediently opened his mouth, his black pupils shining brightly.
"Thank you, Master."
"Shut up."
Soon, Xie Wang devoured all 30 wontons. After drinking the hot soup, Xie Wang sobered up a bit.
"I'll go wash my dishes." As soon as he stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over him again, and Xie Wang almost fell.
Ling Shuangjiang quickly stopped him: "I'll do it. I won't let you drink next time."
Seeing Ling Shuangjiang busily washing her dog bowl in the kitchen, Xie Wang was so moved that he burst into tears.
He opened his WeChat Moments and posted an update.
I am the happiest dog in the world.
[Xiang Ming: Awesome plus.]
[Chen Siqi: You admit it?]
[Xie Lin: Hello, is this my brother?]
[Ye Wangshu: Xie Wang, are you looking for a beating?]
The next day, dappled sunlight streamed onto the blankets. Xie Wang was awakened by the alarm clock and opened his eyes with a splitting headache.
The WeChat messages kept flashing. Xie Wang, with his eyes half-open, sobered up completely the moment he opened his phone.
The absurd scenes from last night flashed through my memory.
The scene of him pressing down on Ling Shuangjiang and taking it twice in the car...