An Ziqi immediately withdrew her hand and turned around to the back, she then pushed Xiao Moli's wheelchair behind him, pressing him back to the wheelchair for a brief rest.
Then she helped him up again, standing ten meters ahead, extending her hand towards Xiao Moli.
Xiao Moli felt a headache, now understanding why his little love used to be so impatient when learning to walk. But he had no choice, he had angered his wife.
He could only move his legs once more, shifting towards his wife.
Thus, he was tormented like this all afternoon until the sun set.
Xiao Moli never once managed to hold his wife, feeling so frustrated that he felt like he was going to explode.
An Ziqi finally pressed him back to the wheelchair, pushing him back to their yard.
After dinner, An Ziqi routinely wiped Xiao Moli's body.
The water temperature was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold.
The warm towel in An Ziqi's hand slowly wiped over Xiao Moli's body.
