Bo Yan nodded: "Me too."
Xia Siyu rubbed her head against his shoulder, "Without you, I'll have to walk to the bathroom by myself, there won't be anyone to wash and cut the fruits for me and deliver them to my mouth. Wei Jingjing doesn't peel fruits. The clothes I throw everywhere will be hard to clean up quickly, and the food will taste bad. If I'm bored, I won't be able to hit you for fun anymore."
Bo Yan's face turned dark after hearing this: "When you put it that way, I suddenly think you should go work elsewhere more often. I could use the break."
Xia Siyu howled, "Didn't you just say you want me to take care of you? What's the big deal about peeling a fruit, carrying me to the bathroom, tidying up clothes, and cooking? Don't all housewives do these things at home? Besides, hitting is love, cursing is affection, making up after quarrels is harmony. Isn't that what those promoting against domestic violence always say?"
