Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

Su Jiaojiao came back from Zhang Yu’s family house still a little hungry. Although there was a lot of food, she wasn’t quick enough and couldn’t compete with others.

But when she pushed the door and entered the yard, something felt wrong.

Someone was at home. And there was a faint smell of blood.

As she hurried in, she saw Song Qinghan lying on the bed. His left hand was wrapped in gauze, but he was reading with a book in his other hand.

“What happened?” Su Jiaojiao was a little dazed, and the blood on his face faded a lot.

Song Qinghan immediately put down the book and held her hand when she came in, and softly explained, “It’s okay, it’s just a cut.”

“What happened?”

Su Jiaojiao frowned and looked at the wound with deep hatred. There was a fine pain in his heart, and her eyes were puffy as if she could cry at any time.

Song Qinghan used his right hand to pull Su Jiaojiao into his arms and comforted her. “It was just a wild boar that came down the mountain. Don’t worry, I took care of it.”

When Su Jiaojiao heard it was a wild boar, her heart pounded. If he had gotten hit head-on, Song Qinghan might’ve been severely wounded.

She glanced at Song Qinghan’s indifferent expression, then at the wound, and finally at the clothes he had hastily changed on. She understood what he had done and felt admiration and fear in her heart.

“Thankfully, you’re fine. Does your hand hurt? Did you go to the hospital? Did you get medicine? Are there any other wounds?”

Song Qinghan was on cloud nine after seeing Su Jiaojiao worry about him so much. He couldn’t help but leaned forward and kissed her puffed cheek, and whispered in a low voice: “I went to the hospital and applied medicine too. There also aren’t any other wounds. You just need to kiss it, really.”

This wasn’t the time for romance!

Su Jiaojiao glared at him angrily, and was about to speak when the cheerful and crisp voice of the matchmaker system broke the quiet atmosphere: [Ding, task 18 has been triggered: A soldier’s wound is a medal and should be rewarded. Please seriously kiss your husband’s wound thrice, no less than three seconds each time. Reward: 52 yuan to marriage fund, magic spray for treating external injuries, Culinary God’s tongue.]

Su Jiaojiao’s face darkened after seeing this task.

[Sup. So this is a break between two raw chappies, and the author said he fixed a bug. Don’t really know what that’s about.]

Kiss his wound for no less than three seconds.

If you even thought about this task for more than a second, you would understand how suggestive this task was. It had a great chance of leading to more… intimate scenes. [1]

But when Su Jiaojiao looked at the rewards, she fully understood how effort and reward were directly correlated. [2]

Aside from the magic spray used to treat bone injuries, the matchmaker system hadn’t given out any magical rewards. But this time there were two of those!

A magic spray for treating trauma and the Culinary God’s tongue.

It was like the matchmaker system knew about the current state of Su Jiaojiao and Song Qinghan as the rewards were tailor-made for their needs. And this was just its attempt at making them complete the final step of their relationship.

After all, the two had been intimate for a long time, but their progress was plodding afterwards. With Song Qinghan being afraid of rushing too quickly due to her previous actions and Su Jiaojiao slow-witted in love matters, the matchmaker system would do anything to make its host proactive.

As Su Jiaojiao looked at that half-translucent screen only she could see, her facial expression kept changing.

Song Qinghan felt very guilty.

He silently hugged Su Jiaojiao even tighter. Because of his firm grip, Su Jiaojiao’s thoughts about the task were all forgotten.

Both of them usually ate well, but Song Qinghan exercised a lot, so he was muscular. Su Jiaojiao was the opposite, but she wasn’t fat. Instead, she was very soft, like she didn’t have any bones in her.

He couldn’t help but get closer. As he saw Su Jiaojiao’s unhappy facial expression, he lodged his chin onto her shoulder and pressed his nose onto her cheek. “Jiaojiao, I’m fine. It didn’t hurt…”

Armos D. Platypus: So, fluff.

[1] If there are any R18 scenes, I’ll skip over them! This platypus is legally prohibited from doing these.

[2] …What effort?