On the kang lay a man, who had not yet opened his mouth but coughed first, it was Qin Muxiu, her husband.,Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.,Understood, today is the new wife's day. The task is to get her into bed.。