"Mm." Qin Jiu smiled with satisfaction and pushed Ye Shan back to the room.
Ye Shan's injury was a broken leg, and it had been some days already. As long as he was careful, it wouldn't affect their married life.
He thought about this while occasionally glancing at Ye Shan.
Qin Jiu was superstitious; a fortune teller said his birthdate matched best with Ye Shan's, so he decided to settle down and marry her to continue the family line.
Ye Shan felt uneasy with his amorous gaze at her. She couldn't help but recall the wedding night, Qin Jiu's peculiar fetish, and felt nauseous.
"Ugh—"
Qin Jiu stopped, "Sick?"
"Feeling a bit uncomfortable." Ye Shan forced a smile.
"You're now my woman, Qin Jiu's woman, and no one here dares to disrespect you. Just say what you need. Don't hold grudges or quarrel over trivial matters, especially like today. Don't let it happen again."
