Chapter 555: 555 Wife, can you scream?

“I am a Smartass.”

“Husband, honestly, I never believe you.” He exaggeratedly sighed, stretching his neck and gazing at her back with a worried look. “Wife, does the wound from the needle prick still hurt? If it does, why don’t you stab me a couple more times to vent your anger?”

“Alright.” She took an embroidery needle from the needle and thread basket in the cabinet. “Give me your hand.”

He obediently stretched out his hand. “My dear, if you’re still angry, just stab harder.”

She glanced at his broad palm, with long slender fingers and distinct knuckles, fair skin – even his nails looked pretty nice.

As she stabbed him, he didn’t even frown.

She raised an eyebrow. “Before dinner, when you were pricked, you were yelling. Why aren’t you yelling now? This needle is even deeper than before.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He winked at her. “I was making a fuss for you to hear, my dear. If I didn’t exaggerate, you wouldn’t have felt satisfied, right? A manly man doesn’t cry over a needle prick.”

She just stabbed him again without hesitation.

He acted as if he felt nothing and grinned at her. “My dear, sometimes you’re so cold, and sometimes you’re playful. You never explained why.”

“Explain what?”

“If your husband was a bit stupider, I would’ve thought you were getting back at me for causing your injury,” He checked the three holes she made in his palm, “But you didn’t stab randomly. You did it for my own good. After you made a hole in my hand, my brain became more alert, and my energy improved. This means…”

He moved closer to her, saying warmly, “You stabbed me not only because you weren’t seeking revenge, but also because it benefited my health.”

“You really aren’t stupid.” She approvingly nodded.

“Of course.” He replied, acting smugly, “If I was stupid, how could anyone else in the village be smart?”

“Shameless! Who can be as arrogant as you?” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Here I am.” He stuck out his tongue and tried to lick her neck, but she took a step back.

He had no choice but to retract his tongue, glancing at his now-empty bowl. “Dear, I’m full. Did you have enough to eat for dinner?”

“Mhm.”

He grabbed her hand, letting her touch his abdomen while he made satisfied noises.”

She pulled back her hand. “What are you doing? Ghost-whining?”

“When did your husband become a ghost?” He pointed his index fingers at the corners of his eyes and pinched his mouth with his thumbs. While squeezing his face, he made a ghost face at her. “Boo!”

She jumped in fright. “You’re asking for trouble.”

He let go of his face, looking uninterested. After making a ghost face, his face was uncomfortable, so he rubbed his mouth. “When I truly die and become a ghost, I’ll haunt you!”

“Stop talking about death.” She said expressionlessly.

He blinked his gleaming black eyes at her playfully. “Wife, you can’t bear to see me die.”

“Only a ghost wouldn’t care about you.”

He wagged her arm to please her. “You didn’t let me be a ghost just now. So, I’ll be a person and love you. Wife, will you moan in bed?”

She started rolling her eyes. “Xiao Yuchuan, what kind of being were you in your last life? Your mouth is so filthy.”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged honestly. “I really don’t know what my past incarnation was, but now I’m a man… Wife, let me tell you a secret.”