As for moving forward? Pots, pans, and storage cabinets blocked his path. If he stepped incorrectly, who knew where his foot would land. So, his first instinct was to brace for impact. He had never expected this—thinking it would just be her small fists playfully tapping his thigh, who could have imagined it would actually be the heel of a high-heeled shoe stabbing him like a needle.
It was so damn painful! A complete miscalculation!
"Help me up. I'll go sit on the bed and rest a bit."
Getting up was tough. His neck was stiff, so he didn't dare strain it, and now his leg was injured too. It took a great deal of effort, enduring the pain, before he finally managed to slowly move to the bed.
On his way, he even managed to pick up the trash can by the bed, which he had prepared for Xu Qingqiu in case she needed to vomit again, but it ended up unused.
"Are you alright now?"
"I'm okay, I'm okay. You should sit down and rest too. After all, hitting someone can be quite tiring."
