In my last job, I, the top killer known as the "Blood Blade Rakshasa" in the world, quit my job. In this job, I, the second wife of Shen Yanqing, the husband of a small family in Bianjing, wash my hands and make soup. In order to pretend to be a weak and weak beauty, I paid too much: I had to carry the rice bag three times and pretended to be out of breath; I asked for help from the three-year-old next door to twist the bottle cap; I screamed and jumped into my husband's arms when I saw a cockroach. Doesn't this seem like a bad idea? My husband, who is as gentle as jade and is on duty at the Hanlin Academy, would always touch my head distressedly and sigh softly: "Madam, don't be afraid, your husband is here." Me: My husband, I am so weak and I love you so much! In my mind: Hey, man, you know nothing about my power. I thought I could lie down like this until I grow old, until that day, my husband was involved in a court dispute and was plotted by a political enemy. The assassin's sword was pointed directly between his eyebrows. I was thinking, if this continued job is ruined, where can I find such a gentle and handsome person who can give me money... Oh no, where is my beloved? In a flash of lightning, I brought down the entire audience with just one embroidery needle. Looking at the "bodies" on the ground, I silently picked up the dropped vegetable basket, turned around and smiled sweetly at my stunned husband: "Mr., Are you hungry? Let's eat sweet and sour pork ribs tonight~" Shen Yanqing: "..." Help, my weak wife who can't take care of herself seems to be some unspeakable legend. Marriage first, love later. Both husband and wife are drama queens. I am also trying hard to hold my waistcoat tightly today.
