"These husband and wife really knew how to play."
Song Qingshu mocked them inwardly, but since they wanted to put on an act, he was happy to play along. "What's wrong, Sister-in-law?"
As Wang Xifeng fell completely into his arms and sensed the distinctly masculine aura of a man, she could not help thinking of her wedding night. She quickly came to her senses, though, and her face instantly flushed crimson.
"Are you feeling unwell, Sister-in-law? Why is your face so red?" Song Qingshu asked with an expression of deep concern.
"I'm fine, thank you, Baoyu." The moment the words left Wang Xifeng's mouth, she cursed herself inwardly. How could she be fine? If she was fine, how could this continue? She reacted quickly. As he helped her up, she suddenly cried out and clutched her ankle, her face twisting in pain.
"What happened to you?" Song Qingshu was truly impressed. She could start acting at the drop of a hat.
"I may have twisted it by accident just now." Tears seemed to shimmer in Wang Xifeng's eyes, as though she were about to cry.
Song Qingshu watched her quietly, waiting to see what other tricks she had prepared.
When he said nothing, Wang Xifeng cursed him inwardly. He was not cooperating at all, making the reply she had planned completely useless. But things had come this far, so she could only reluctantly speak first. "Could you check whether my foot is injured?"
"How should I check?" Song Qingshu blinked, looking as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
Wang Xifeng nearly ground her silver teeth to dust. She could only suppress her frustration and say, "Naturally, you'll have to take off... take off my shoes and stockings. It hurts terribly now, and I don't dare move it myself."
After