That you can't.
*He'll press a small kiss to Mu Qing's forehead - his mouth tastes... not kissable.*
Go lay down, love.
*He'll press a small kiss to Mu Qing's forehead - his mouth tastes... not kissable.*
Go lay down, love.
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[One last snuggle before he finally lets his poor husband go, time to go to bed.]
Juhua gets along just fine with my mom, so don't worry too much over her.
*Off he goes, cleaning peepaw time*
[Dragging himself to bed, eugh eugh. This is painful.]
How are you feeling?
It's hurting a bit less... I'm just very sad now.
*He puts the water down and sits down on the bed, nudging his sad wife to lay his head in Nianqing's lap.*