Transmigration of Mian [Reluctantly] Becomes His Man [Wife]
Lianxi Ningmou, 怜惜凝眸
“You, you, who are you?”
The man sat up quietly, his upper body exposed as looked at Qin Mian for a moment before he carried a worn out bowl with a cracked corner from the low table at the head of the bed. The man said in a muffled voice, “Wife, drink water.”
Qin Mian’s eyes rolled backwards and he passed out.

