As for moving forward? Pots, pans, and a storage cabinet were right in front of him. If he stepped in the wrong place, who knew where his foot might end up? So, his first instinct was to brace for impact. He never expected it, though. He'd thought it would be gentle taps on his thigh, not the heel of a stiletto practically injecting him.
It hurt like hell! What a miscalculation!
"Help me up first," he said. "I'll go sit on the bed and rest for a bit."
Getting up was a challenge. His neck was stiff, so he didn't dare exert too much force, and now his leg was injured too. It took him ages and considerable effort, but he finally managed to stand and slowly shuffle to the bed. Along the way, he even righted the trash can beside the bed—one he'd prepared for Xu Qingqiu in case she needed to throw up again, though it hadn't been used.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. You sit down and rest too. After all, hitting someone is pretty exhausting."
