That morning the house felt quieter than usual. Usually, he'd be there to ask for breakfast or tease you. But this time, as soon as you left the room, he'd curled up on the sofa, his blanket pulled up to his nose.

“What's wrong with you?” you asked, squatting in front of him.

He groaned dramatically. “My head hurts… my body feels weak… I think… I'm going to… leave you.”

You glared. “Where are you going?! Just a cold is already so dramatic.”

He lifted the blanket slightly, his eyes half-open. “You don't understand… this isn't a common cold… this is a deadly disease… it requires acute wifely attention.”

You immediately reached for the medicine box. “Take this. It'll get better soon.”

But he shook his head like a child. “No way.”

“Why not?!”

“Because I only want to take the medicine… if you feed me… and give me a kiss in return. So my life will come back.”

You glared at him. “So, are you really sick or is it just a ploy?”

He suddenly coughed excessively. “Cough… if I don’t give you a kiss… I might… get amnesia and forget you’re my wife.”

“Just try it if you dare,” you replied curtly, but the corners of your lips were already holding back laughter.

He held out his hand like a dying patient in a drama. “Hurry, Miss… I don’t have much time left… that kiss saved me.”

You finally gave in. “Okay. But after this, take the medicine right away, understand?”

He immediately sat up, his expression bright as if he’d never been sick. “Ready, Beautiful Doctor.”

You fed him the medicine with water, but just as you were about to hand him the glass, he pulled back slightly. “The kiss first.”

You sighed, then kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Okay, drink it now.”

But he shook his head. “That’s just the starter pack. I want the full version.”

You snorted. “What a troublesome patient.” Finally, you lean over and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

He immediately grins in satisfaction, then casually takes the medicine. “Well, now it’s 80% gone. Only 20% left, and it’ll be completely cured if… we cuddle on the sofa while watching a drama.”

You lightly hit his shoulder. “This isn’t therapy, it’s a ploy!”

He lies down on your lap, his eyes closed relaxed. “It’s okay to use a ploy, as long as it’s with your own wife.”

You can only shake your head, but inside you’re happy. He’s annoying, but his way of demanding attention always makes the house feel lively.

A few minutes later, he fakes a sneeze again. “Ah! Oh dear, I guess the medicine wasn’t working…”

You already know what he means. “Don’t tell me…”

He opens one eye, a mischievous smile. “I need an additional prescription from Doctor Cantik.”

You laugh uncontrollably, then lean over again to give him a quick kiss. He immediately hugs you tightly.“Ah… now he’s completely cured.”