Ten minutes later, Su Mojin walked in carrying a lunchbox. As a very good hospital in the vicinity, the food here was not bad, but it didn't quite suit Lin Yan's taste.
"Wife, feed me!"
Lin Yan lay in bed, his hands feeling as if they were paralyzed and he couldn't lift them at all. Of course, this was an act. Lin Yan's hands were not injured at all; they were perfectly fine.
Su Mojin stared at Lin Yan with her beautiful eyes, unblinking. In fact, even if Lin Yan hadn't said anything, she would have planned to take care of her husband herself. This was a lesson her mother had taught her since childhood: it was fine to tease each other sometimes, but important matters required prioritizing.
However, she realized that her husband seemed quite cute like this. Perhaps... she should tease him a little?
Seeing Lin Yan acting silly, Su Mojin's childlike heart was also stirred.
With that thought, Su Mojin picked up a spoon, scooped up some porridge, and brought it to Lin Yan's mouth. Lin Yan instinctively opened his mouth, but Su Mojin delayed the next action. Lin Yan had to lean forward. As Lin Yan moved his upper body forward, Su Mojin stepped back. Back and forth, Lin Yan just couldn't get the food into his mouth.
Su Mojin tried her best to suppress her laughter. For some reason, she found Lin Yan like this to be very amusing.
With his delicate eyebrows and skin that seemed to have a built-in whitening and smoothing filter, Lin Yan's handsomeness was etched into his bones. As Lin Yan moved closer, Su Mojin's heart began to pound, and she unconsciously swallowed.
Who said couples don't get excited? Su Mojin didn't believe it, and neither did Lin Yan.
With her husband being so handsome, Su Mojin felt she could look at him for a hundred years without getting tired of it.
Lin Yan seemed to realize that his little wife was toying with him, but he didn't get annoyed. He continued to move forward, step by step.
Until they were face to face, and the familiar scent of the man filled the air, Su Mojin's heart fluttered. The spoon in her hand tilted unintentionally, and the white rice porridge dripped from the edge of the plastic spoon onto Su Mojin's white shirt.
The atmosphere gradually became intimate. Lin Yan broke the silence first, pulled her closer with his arm, and pressed his lips against hers.
As their lips met, a pair of slender arms wrapped around Lin Yan's waist. The room was soon filled with the scent of male and female hormones, intensifying and on the verge of erupting.
After a long while, it was only when a knock on the door sounded that the two separated.
Lin Yan's breathing was somewhat rapid, and Su Mojin's clothes were also torn open at one point. She sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily.
Looking at the thin, transparent white thread connecting the two in the air, Su Mojin reached out and broke it. Sensing that someone outside was about to enter, Su Mojin quickly wiped her mouth, and didn't forget to wipe Lin Yan's as well.
When the nurse came in, the two had already returned to their original states. Especially Lin Yan, Su Mojin's face still had a faint blush, but Lin Yan looked as normal as could be, recovering extremely quickly. For this, Su Mojin glared at Lin Yan fiercely.
The nurse only came in to bring them hot water and left quickly without even a greeting.
Lin Yan's recovery was entirely self-reliant, without any medication, not even an IV drip. Things that could heal themselves shouldn't be aided by medication, this was the advice given to him by his private doctor in his previous life, and Lin Yan had followed it ever since. Although he didn't understand why, he had heard a saying: "Medicine is only seventy percent effective, and thirty percent is poison."
"Wife, shall we continue?"
After the nurse left, Lin Yan raised an eyebrow and said with a half-smile.
Hearing this, Su Mojin didn't feel shy, but she didn't continue with such shameless things. She went to the private bathroom, washed the spoon, and returned to feed Lin Yan.
The doctor said he needed to eat on time to supplement his nutrition. They had woken up a bit late, so they still needed to eat early. As for that kind of thing, they were husband and wife, so there was always time.
As a virtuous wife, Su Mojin was definitely qualified. This was also due to the traditional values instilled in her by Zhang Yingrong since childhood. Perhaps with others, this concept might become a disadvantage or cause her harm, but with Lin Yan, it was just right.
Men, once they have a lover and a wife who are loyal and family-oriented, their innate sense of responsibility will be stimulated. Just like Lin Yan now, if anyone made his wife suffer, he would definitely find a way to kill them.
"Hmm? Why aren't you eating? Open your mouth, ah!"
Su Mojin saw Lin Yan stop and gestured for him to open his mouth as if coaxing a child. This time, Lin Yan didn't move; instead, he looked at her with deep eyes.
Su Mojin thought he was going to do that again and was already prepared, lowering the bowl in her hand slightly.
However, Lin Yan didn't make a move. He just reached out and stroked Su Mojin's pretty face, then pinched it. Lin Yan's pinch caused the collagen on Su Mojin's face to deform slightly, revealing her pearly white teeth at the corners of her mouth.
"Wife, you're so good."
Lin Yan said with deep eyes, his voice unusually gentle.
Hearing this, Su Mojin rolled her eyes. She had been ready, but she didn't expect Lin Yan to pull such a stunt.
"I, I'm good to you because you are the pillar of this family. If something happens to you, what will happen to me and the child? Come on, be good, open your mouth and drink the porridge."
Su Mojin said with a plain tone, uttering the most gentle words. It had to be said that Su Mojin, inadvertently, spoke the most damaging words to a man, and this sentence was no exception to Lin Yan.
His wife and child were Lin Yan's greatest support now. Before, it was his dream of racing and achieving ten championships. Now, he finally had something to replace them.
After finishing the meal obediently, Lin Yan continued with his rehabilitation exercises. This time, Su Mojin did not stop him, because when she went down earlier, the doctor had told her it was permissible as long as she controlled the amount of exercise.
As Lin Yan performed leg-raising movements, he watched his wife drink porridge. Su Mojin also glanced at Lin Yan from time to time. Their actions and demeanor were not like a married couple at all; rather, they were more like lovers in the throes of passion.
Lin Yan suddenly felt like he was like those "love-struck" people on the internet. Although not entirely fitting, Lin Yan felt he met at least fifty percent of the criteria. Fortunately, it seemed they were both "love-struck."
To be honest, Lin Yan couldn't really distinguish the definitions of those online terms, and he discovered that his acceptance of new things was not as fast as the updates.