My Wife Is Delicate and Expensive

That day, a pair of white and slender hands grabbed his arm, and said to others in a voice as sweet as cotton candy: "This is my man." He sneered: "You want to be my woman? Ha. You are a bit young." Jiang Wanbai later found out that he was not talking about age. … One day, Jiang Wanbai ran to his psychological consultation room, held his chin and asked him, "I can't sleep or eat when I think of someone alone, and I wish I could grow on him. Is this a disease?" There was a smile hidden in his reserved eyes, "Yes." "Is it curable?" "You can cure it if you think of me. If you think of others, you can only wait for death." Jiang Wanbai smiled. This man makes a double entendre. … I heard that Mr. Hou, a rich man in the capital who disliked women the most, had a woman he held dear to his heart. Mr. Hou always carried her baby in his arms when he got out of the car, for fear of missing her willow waist. It is said that the woman was fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, but she was delicate, frail and sickly.