Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 22: Check if your allergy has recurred.

Before the other person could answer, Ruan Zhijuan noticed the soup pot filled with chicken soup. He took a ladle and stirred the remaining ingredients inside: red dates, goji berries, shiitake mushrooms, wood ear mushrooms, carrots, yams...

As Ruan Zhijuan stirred, she nodded and muttered softly, "Delicious, delicious. With so many ingredients, how could it not be delicious?"

"Is this cola chicken wings? Yes, I see the cola. There's half a bottle left. You have to make sure to close the cap tightly after you finish the cola, otherwise the steam will escape and it won't taste good... Actually, it tastes good, it's just not spicy anymore." Ruan Zhijuan said, licking her fingers that had just grabbed the cola chicken wings.

Hmm... the smell of fingers.

Ruan Zhijuan stopped abruptly, her eyes wide and unblinking, as if she were about to cry. How could it be the taste of fingers? Those were cola chicken wings! Shouldn't they taste like cola? He had just drunk cola today.

It looks just like the real thing, so why can't we let him have a bite?

"Could you please not flip the table next time?" Ruan Zhijuan was saying when the chicken leg in her hand slipped out with a "plop." "Ah, the chicken... my chicken leg..."

Without thinking, he knelt down and reached for the stewed chicken leg when the door creaked open.

The arguing inside the house stopped abruptly. The family of four was gone, and the fragrant chicken leg on the ground was also gone.

Some were simply grabbing chicken meat, while Ruan Zhijuan's kiss (crossed out) violently slammed against Zhou Gangxun's vulnerable inner thigh. Zhou Gangxun, exhausted from a night's sleep, was stiff with embarrassment upon entering the room and immediately subjected to this attack. "..."

Da Zhou: So you're trying to wipe them out completely and eliminate any future troubles, right?

"Waaah..." Ruan Zhijuan tilted his head back, knelt on the ground, and touched the floor with his fingers in a desperate, blind-man's-eye view. He would rather believe that his eyes were bad and he could not see the chicken than believe that the chicken had disappeared.

"Where's my chicken...?"

Da Zhou: It's right on your lips.

"...Go back and sleep..." Zhou Gangxun pushed Ruan Zhijuan's head away, turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When she came out again a dozen minutes later, Ruan Zhijuan was already lying back in bed asleep.

Zhou Gangxun stood by the bed and stared at him for a while before making the bed and lying down.

But less than half an hour later, he was woken up by the noise.

"Chicken, chicken... don't run away..." Ruan Zhijuan flipped over and reached out, grabbing the hair of his dream chicken: Zhou Gangxun.

"I've got you, Cola...hehehehe, Cola chicken wings...cluck cluck cluck..."

"Don't go, old hen... my old hen soup... no... no, please don't... waaaah..."

With his body lying on the ground and his head hanging in the air, Zhou Gangxun, watching Ruan Zhijuan crying intermittently, gradually developed murderous intent.

what.

What dirty things did Wang Fucai make him eat that night?

At 2:30 a.m., Zhou Gangxun, who was missing a few strands of hair, sat up and stared at Ruan Zhijuan with a deep gaze.

Finally, ten minutes later, he got up and approached Ruan Zhijuan.

First, they lifted his shirt and checked his chest. Apart from the centipede bite and the swollen area from his own beating, everything was normal.

"What is this?" Zhou Gangxun stopped looking, reached out and pinched it, using considerable force, and soon rubbed the skin until it turned red. He only let go when Ruan Zhijuan groaned.

His sharp, cold brows relaxed a bit, and the dark color in his eyes faded.

Oh, it's a small red mole. No wonder I couldn't wipe it off.

He thought it was something dirty.

But Ruan Zhijuan was dirty, and the things on his body were also dirty, not to mention the small red mole that grew there.

How could someone have a mole here? It's true what they say, even a mole can be so unsightly.

A mole.

Zhou Gangxun wiped the two fingers that had touched the mole with a tissue, then turned the sleeping Ruan Zhijuan over like he was cooking, pulled down his pants, spread his two round buttocks, and examined them thoroughly.

I'm not famous, and I've never done it.

After confirming, Zhou Gangxun coldly tossed the buttock in his hand aside, saying, "It's filthy."

Ruan Zhijuan was woken from her sleep. She groggily lifted her head from the pillow and said in a nasal voice, "Huh? What... what are you doing, Zhou Gangxun? Why are you taking off my pants..."

Zhou Gangxun pulled Ruan Zhijuan's pants back up, saying without changing his expression, "Let's see if your allergy has flared up again."

"Ah? Has it relapsed?" Ruan Zhijuan sat up abruptly, her voice trembling with anxiety. What if it relapsed? Wouldn't he die again? How could this thing keep recurring...?

Zhou Gangxun ignored him and went into the bathroom. He had just touched Ruan Zhijuan and was dirty, so he had to wash himself clean.

I took a cold shower for half an hour.

When Zhou Gangxun came out, he saw Ruan Zhijuan sitting naked on the bed, her posture affected, and she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Zhou Gangxun, can you help me see where my condition has relapsed?"

Zhou Gangxun: "..."

His eyes darkened, staring at Ruan Zhijuan with an unfathomable gaze, and he said in a deep voice, "Put it on."

"It hasn't recurred."

After saying that, Zhou Gangxun turned around and went to the bathroom again.

"That's good...that's good..." Ruan Zhijuan finally felt relieved, fell back onto the bed, and slowly put on her clothes while lying down. She muttered to herself, "Didn't Zhou Gangxun just take a shower? Why did he go to take another shower?"

Hmph, what a waste of water.

However, it's not his turn to pay the water bill anyway, but if Zhou Gangxun uses the money that should be given to him on the water bill, he won't be happy.

Ruan Zhijuan was thinking about it when she fell asleep after putting on half of her clothes.

Inside the bathroom, separated by a wall.

Zhou Gangxun was rinsing the clothes with cold water, glancing down at the plastic basin full of clothes at his feet.

His wife went out with another man today, and that man even bought him something.

Now he's even being asked to clean all the things his wife received from other men. His wife is really wicked.

Zhou Gangxun thought for a moment, then bent down and rummaged through the basin with his hands. Finally, he took out a small, light-colored piece of cloth, spread it out, looked at it, poured some shower gel on it, and rubbed it on his body.

"It's so dirty..."