The bright sunshine, the sun after the rain, Logan Zhuang woke up, and Madeline Siqin was gone again. The remaining warmth made him recall the beauty of yesterday. Although he didn't do anything serious, it was the first time he consciously hugged his sweet and soft wife to sleep, and he felt happy all over.
My thighs and arms are still a little numb, but much better than yesterday. I don't feel the cold anymore. I feel more energetic. The blisters haven't broken, but the skin has become wrinkled, so I can be considered to be recovering.
Logan Zhuang got up and looked for Madeline Siqin. When he opened the door, he saw Madeline Siqin, who was dressed neatly and had her hair tied up, bending over to sweep the yard.
"You are my wife, not a maid." Logan Zhuang walked forward and snatched the broom from her.
"My dear, do you have a maid?" Madeline Siqin smiled faintly.
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