She blushed. “This wasn’t a euphemism. Empty your dirty mind... What’s a big guy like you avoiding carrying a baby? You’ve been carrying him every day, hypocrite. That’s enough now, time for bed. I have to breastfeed in the middle of the night. I think it’s time to wean him off his nighttime feed. It’s too tedious.”
“If it’s tedious, don’t go to work,” Mark grumbled. “Put all of your attention on Smore. Isn’t the baby more important? I told you not to push yourself, and now we have to reduce the baby’s food. That doesn’t make sense, does it?”
Arianne saw right through it. Every time she complained, he would make use of it and try to stop her from going to work. “No weaning. Okay? I can do it. Stop scolding me.”
He didn’t reply. He held her wounded hand and carefully examined it. His mind was distracted unconsciously, as he had wandered back to the past. Her hands would always suffer from chilblain in the past, and she had been plagued with all kinds of diseases. She had always been dressed in thin, old clothes like a pitiful unloved worm.
She had been refusing to yield to him, and he had been refusing to soften his heart. Now, when he thought of it, he was filled with guilt. He couldn’t understand why he had been so cruel in the past. His heart clearly ached every time her skin broke.
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