The few rooms we had before were quite spacious, but now that several sisters-in-law have been bought and brought home, there isn't really enough space. My mother-in-law tactfully suggested that my wife sleep with me, simply because there is no room left on the beds. My health has mostly recovered; although my hands are not yet fully flexible, I am basically fine. Knowing she couldn't hurt me, I agreed.
That very first night, I realized I had been careless. This little wife of mine is absolutely my bane. The first time we slept together, she pressed down on me so hard I cried out; I nearly suffocated. The second time, she soaked me in urine. The third time, she dreamt she was eating chicken tail, mistook my nose for one, and bit down hard. She actually drew blood. I had to struggle to push her off.
She just smacked her lips in her sleep, muttering, "The chicken tail is so fragrant, I want more." Truly, I shouldn't have let her eat so many chicken tails during the day. The problem was that the gifts arriving these past few days were all wild chickens—it’s a real curse. I later found out that the little girl had been telling everyone I loved chicken, urging them to bring as much as possible.
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