"I'd rather hold it in than use that thing," Mu Xingfeng scoffed, his words full of disdain.
An Ran was immediately amused, "Lucky for you that it's your hand that's injured. If it were your leg, you'd actually have to hold it in. So, Mu Xingfeng, you'd better protect yourself on missions from now on. Otherwise, with your prideful nature, if you get hurt, you might end up dying from holding it in, wouldn't that be quite the joke?"
"Mmm, whatever my wife says goes," Mu Xingfeng placed his left hand on An Ran's shoulder, leaning his whole body toward her, but he didn't let all his weight onto her.
He's well aware of his wife's weight; though expecting her to take care of him, he doesn't want to tire her out.
After helping Mu Xingfeng relieve himself, An Ran intended to support him back to bed, but Mu Xingfeng stood still and refused to move, "Wifey, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
