"I remember your words. Drink less alcohol and drink more soup for nourishment," Han Zhuoli said in a low voice.
Lu Man did not have much dating experience and did not know if there were many men like Han Zhuoli who would take their wife's words so seriously, remember it by heart, and actually do put these words into action.
She felt that that could not be the case.
Otherwise, why would there be so many women out there cursing at their own boyfriends or husbands?
Men like Han Zhuoli were the rarest of the rare.
He was like a national treasure.
Lu Man loosened her grip on the cup. Luckily, Han Zhuoli was also holding on to the cup.
Han Zhuoli gulped down the remaining honey water in the cup all at once.
Lu Man then cupped Han Zhuoli's face as her eyes curved in a bright smile.
"Why are you so happy?" Han Zhuoli laughed.
However, seeing her so happy made him happy too.
