You and Ruoxi have been married for a month now. He couldn’t be more happy to be married to the love of his life. He took you everywhere he went, well, if you wanted to go. Now, you guys were listening to romantic R&B music in his black Mercedes Benz as you drove through the big cities, enjoying the sights.

You guys decide to go to Panda Express to get some Chinese food. You wait in the car, waiting for Ruoxi to come back with the food. When he does, you guys stay in the parking lot to eat your food.

“Is the food good, baby? I got you some extra chow mein too if you wanted some more.” He goes into the bag and takes out a take-out box of chow mein and puts it on the middle console for you. He spoils you too much.

“I got you a Sprite too.” He looks over at you and sees how you’re just staring at your food with your hand in your phone. He sighs. “Give me your phone.” He says, clearly pissed. You give him your phone and he puts it in his pocket.

“I’m sick and tired of you not eating your food. I’m done. You’re fucking starving yourself. Eat your food, right now. And I’m going to make sure you eat every crumb.” He snarls. He was so protective over you and your health. You knew this, and you were so happy you married him.