Chapter 1 — My Wife Is A Man

I married a lady. The matchmaker said that my wife was shy and refused to meet me first. I've been looking forward to bringing you home for a long time. It's just that no one told me that this lady was a man. However, he was really handsome and handsome, I quickly accepted it, after all I just wanted to find someone to spend the day with. It's just that his body is not in good shape, so I have to work hard and save money for his treatment. Seeing him gradually open up to me, even about to have a real husband-to-be affair, that's when I realized something was wrong. He pressed me down again, pursing his lips uncomfortably: "Trang Gia, relax a bit, I'm in pain." I took a deep breath of cold air and scolded him for the first time: "You... are really a bastard..." 1The first time I met my wife. Feeling extremely nervous, I clutched the hem of my shirt. Wait until your mood calms down before walking over to the bed and lifting the red scarf covering the face of the person sitting. With just a glance, I was stunned. Really, really handsome! That's not right, I blinked, my eyes briefly glanced at his throat, and my heart immediately trembled. Also... no one told me that the lady is a man! My first reaction was, they must be mistaken. But I still tried asking: "Are you... are you Hua Mich?" The man did not speak, his eyes were full of ashes. I scratched my head, not knowing what to do. Just as he was about to run to find a matchmaker, he opened his mouth again: "Yes." A very soft sound, making my ears tremble. Surely it's not wrong, if it weren't for my daughter, how could she sit there calmly? It seemed embarrassed, not daring to look at me. What about men? Men are also people, as long as they can live together, that's enough. We very quickly accepted this fact. I took a few steps and sat down next to him. Hua Mich frowned slightly. When I got closer, I realized that his face was very poor. Extremely pale, lips dry and chapped. I raised my hand to touch his head, but Hua Mich turned to avoid him. My hand hovered in mid-air, with only one thought in mind: Being... hated. I shyly withdrew my hand. "Um... I see your face doesn't look good, are you sick?" Hua Mich moved to the side: "I'm fine." My heart felt even more sour. Probably because I'm too rough, he doesn't like me. But he's clearly trying hard, how can he just ignore it? A healthy body is the root - this is what my mother often says. So I didn't care if he hated me or not, so I reached over. Hua Mich immediately frowned, grabbed my wrist, eyes full of frustration: "I told you, I'm fine." He lied, clearly having a fever. I was a bit nervous, my eyes glanced over and saw a white bandage wrapped around his wrist. There are still red spots on it. I was immediately startled: "What's wrong with your wrist?" Hua Mich quickly withdrew her hand into her sleeve and fell silent again. I was impatient and wanted to step forward to see clearly, but he used his other hand to hold me tightly. I wondered why his strength was greater than mine. "How are you?" Reluctantly, I opened my mouth: "If you don't show me... I'll kiss you." Hua Mich: "?" 2 Along the way, the old man kept scolding loudly. It wasn't until he saw the patient, Hua Mich, that he regained his medical appearance. After the examination, the doctor's face darkened. I was a little nervous: "Old man, tell me quickly, how are you?" Doctor Phuong glared at me, his face unsightly. Song still recounted Hua Mich's condition: "This young man, in addition to having a fever, had a broken wrist and was forced to straighten it. After that, without careful care, the injury still did not heal. Luckily, his leg was just a external injury and his tendons were not damaged." I kept looking at Hua Mich's hands and feet: "So what should we do?"