Gu Ya quietly helped his young wife put on her clothes, then silently picked up the salve from the table and applied it to his young wife.
Su Yunjin sat there continuing to enjoy Gu Ya's care, with a plate of preserved fruit beside her. She casually picked one and put it into her mouth, and her brows immediately furrowed.
"So sour!" She had liked sour things when she was pregnant, the sourer the better. But now, eating this overly sour preserved fruit, Su Yunjin couldn't help but frown.
Gu Ya's hands didn't stop, continuing to carefully apply the ointment to his young wife, his tone carrying a bit of nonchalance, "Didn't you love eating things this sour before?" When his young wife was pregnant, Gu Ya had heard that pregnant women loved sour things, so he went to the market to buy some sour treats for her.
