Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 64 Long-term repression may lead to psychological abnormalities

Ruan Zhijuan followed Zhou Gangxun to the market and bought a bag of maltose, a few red apples, some red dates, and a bunch of other things he didn't recognize, saying that he wanted to steam the apples that night and make apple syrup.

Not far from where she came out, Ruan Zhijuan heard a familiar voice, "Collecting—junk—"

"Hey, handsome young man." The old man who collects scraps stopped his car and said to Ruan Zhijuan, "Last time you came to sell your pressure cooker, there was still a pot of chicken soup and chicken meat in it."

"You...you've mistaken me for someone else...I...I'm not a handsome young man." Ruan Zhijuan pretended not to recognize him, frantically winking at the old man with her shifty eyes. Stop talking, stop talking! If you keep going, Zhou Gangxun will devour him again tonight, and he'll definitely eat him up like a baby being breastfed...

Zhou Gangxun didn't remember what he said last night, but he pinched his flesh and asked him if he had secretly given birth to his child and hidden it, otherwise why would his chest look like that? He also said he would buy him a breastfeeding vest.

He probably got oxygen deprivation from breastfeeding, you shameless bastard.

"Woof..."

Suddenly, a low bark came from inside the tricycle, and a white dog's head popped out. The dog-man, Zhou Gangxun, reached out and pinched the neck of the distracted Ruan Zhijuan, pulling her behind him. "Keep an eye on her."

Ruan Zhijuan snorted. That dog of a man has one face during the day and another at night.

"It probably understood what I said." The old man looked at Zhou Gangxun, then at Ruan Zhijuan, and smiled while stroking the Labrador. "I fed it most of the chicken soup you made that day. It's been pregnant and has no appetite lately. It can't eat anything I feed it and its nutrition has been insufficient. But it ate your chicken soup and it ate it quite well."

"She just had a check-up and received a shot. The vet said that if she hadn't eaten chicken that day to get some nutrition, all the puppies in her belly might have died that day."

Ruan Zhijuan looked at the dog, lay down on the tricycle, and stroked its head with her fingers, saying with deep feeling, "Pregnancy is hard..." Breastfeeding is also hard, especially feeding a 27-year-old man who can never get enough to eat.

"You need to take good care of yourself... little... big dog mom."

Zhou, 27th, not full, old man, Hong Kong Xun confirmed that the dog had no aggressive tendencies and did not stop it again, but just stood next to Ruan Zhijuan and kept watching the situation.

"Hey, do you want to adopt one? The vet said it'll have seven or eight puppies in this litter, and its body can't carry that many. I'll keep two to keep it company, and find kind homes for the rest. If you want them, I'll call you when the puppies are born."

"Wait a minute, let me think about it..." Ruan Zhijuan started counting on her fingers, figuring out how much it would cost to raise a puppy to a big dog, whether Zhou Gangxun could afford to raise both of them, and how much work he would need to do to support them...

"Phone." Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, lowered his eyes, took out his phone and exchanged phone numbers with the old man.

Ruan Zhijuan cleared her throat and asked the old man, "Grandpa, that chicken soup tastes so good... what does it taste like... is it salty, and does it also have a sweet taste from the meat... is the meat very tender?"

Zhou Gangxun cooks so well... his chicken soup must be delicious too...

"It's delicious." The old man looked at Zhou Gangxun, who was standing next to Ruan Zhijuan, following her every step of the way, and asked Ruan Zhijuan, "He made it? Is he your husband? If you want to drink it, you can just ask your husband to make it for you."

Ruan Zhijuan glanced furtively at Zhou Gangxun, making sure he was listening. She stepped forward, waved her hand dramatically, and said in an affected voice, "No, no, he made chicken soup that day and didn't sleep all night. Not getting enough sleep is bad for his health... I'm his wife, I have to be understanding..."

Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan, amused. She'd really grown up; she'd even put on an act.

He didn't respond, but looked at a small gray-green refrigerator on the tricycle and asked, "How much is the refrigerator?"

"You want this refrigerator, young man?" The old man got off his tricycle and explained to Zhou Gangxun, "There's a problem with the wiring inside, it's quite complicated, I can't fix it. If you can fix it, take it back, otherwise I'll just flatten it and sell it as sheet metal."

Zhou Gangxun moved the items down and bent over to inspect them. Just then, Ruan Zhijuan came close and whispered in his ear, "Zhou Gangxun, I just said that not sleeping at night is bad for your health..." She was mainly referring to his health.

"I also said I was considerate of you, worried you'd get tired, and didn't ask you to make chicken soup. Did you hear me?"

Zhou Gangxun stood up, looked down at Ruan Zhijuan who was panting heavily, and asked, "What did you call me?"

"Dog..." Ruan Zhijuan looked up at Zhou Gangxun, about to say what was on her mind, but the dog man's mouth immediately changed to sweet words, "Haha, old...husband~"

He reached out to hold Zhou Gangxun's hand with both hands, but fearing that it might be damp and hot, he only pinched one side with two fingers on each side, and said with difficulty, "Good...good husband."

Is this disdain? It's not like we were just grabbing his arm at home.

Zhou Gangxun looked at the few white fingers on his palm and scoffed, "Can't hear me? I'm hard of hearing. Say it again."

Ruan Zhijuan moved closer, taking a few more steps. "I said..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ruan Zhijuan felt her face burning as she was pressed down and buried her head in Zhou Gangxun's arms, rubbing against his neck.

His nasal cavity was suddenly filled with Zhou Gangxun's scent, so intense that it made him feel weak.

The thin layer of fabric felt like it was directly pressed against Zhou Gangxun's skin and muscles. It was damp with sweat, but not smelly. It smelled like his perfume, and there was also a strange body odor—dry, warm, making you want to hug him and sleep, to take your clothes off... to lie naked on top of him... and let your butt get some sun...

Ruan Zhijuan stammered incoherently, "Husband...husband, you're so hot, you...you're so sweaty...so dirty...it's all over my face...husband...husband..."

Zhou Gangxun frowned. What kind of nonsense was he spouting? He pinched Ruan Zhijuan's cheek and lifted it up, stopping him from continuing. "Once is enough. So many times, it sounds like you're moaning in bed."

He took a deep breath and instructed Ruan Zhijuan, "Wait here."

I put the bags I was carrying on the ground and went into the public restroom in the market...

A few minutes later, when he came out of the market again, he was carrying a chicken in his left hand, which was heavier than last time, weighing more than four pounds.

My other right hand, which was holding the cigarette, trembled slightly (swear word), I need to see a doctor.

……

In the afternoon, after making chicken soup for Ruan Zhijuan, Zhou Gangxun went to the hospital for a urology checkup.

"You mean, I've gone from one extreme to another? From 'nothing' to 'extreme'?" Zhou Gangxun crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and looked at his medical report. "And this 'extreme' target is only my wife?"

In plain terms, Zhou Gangxun will never have any worldly thoughts about anyone else in his life, but when he's with his silly wife, he'll act like a dog in heat.

"Based on your description and our examination results, this is the case, Mr. Zhou." Dr. Jia nodded, pleased with Zhou Gangxun's comprehension ability; he was the smartest and most efficient patient he had ever treated.

However, Zhou Gangxun felt that this doctor was not up to par.

He got up and left.

Less than a minute later, Zhou Gangxun returned.

As if he had expected this, Dr. Jia continued the discussion about the treatment plan, saying, "Therefore, I suggest that you and your wife should ideally engage in full marital relations."

"Isn't there any other way?" Zhou Gangxun sighed almost imperceptibly and asked, "Like, prescribing some medicine."

"Is your relationship with your wife not very good...?" Dr. Jia has worked at the urology hospital for many years and has seen many couples whose relationships exist in name only.

Zhou Gangxun rubbed his knuckles. "Hmm, sort of."

"There was no emotional foundation between us, neither was it for me or him."

Dr. Jia nodded. "But medication can't treat your condition. This is probably a psychological issue, so you should still have some... intimate contact with your wife. Otherwise, you might become too repressed, and the consequences could be more than just being unable to use the medication."

"Long-term repression can lead to psychological abnormalities...addiction, exhibitionism, voyeurism..."

Great, he didn't get any of them right, he's perfectly healthy.

"Mr. Zhou?" Dr. Jia stopped, looked at Zhou Gangxun, and asked curiously, "Can you hear what I'm saying with your ears plugged like that?"

"Mr. Zhou, please put your hand down. Don't be afraid to seek medical help."

"..."

Zhou Gangxun slowly lowered his hand, cleared his throat, and asked, "...Would someone be arrested for having a psychological disorder towards their wife?"

"...Theoretically, no," Dr. Jia said, "but let's not go too far. Mr. Zhou can do it, right?"

"Of course, after all, we have no emotional foundation," Zhou Gangxun said coldly, getting up and leaving the consultation room.

That night, before 11 p.m., Zhou Gangxun buried his face in Ruan Zhijuan's body again, and it stayed there until 3 a.m.