"It's nothing, just twisted my ankle a bit."
Little Sixth finally let out a sigh of relief: "Young Madam, you nearly stopped my little heart! Does it hurt? Should I help you in?"
"Not really, it doesn't hurt."
With that, she started hobbling in step by step on her own.
Little Sixth followed her like a nervous eunuch, hovering nearby without touching her, terrified that something else might happen. He was practically as jumpy as a cat in the woods.
After what felt like forever, she finally sat down on the sofa. Little Sixth collapsed onto a nearby chair, completely drained, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Young Madam, I'm telling you, at this rate, us guys might barely last another ten years."
Qin Miaomiao burst into laughter: "Seriously? Relax."
"Relax? How could we? You barely escaped a bad fall; Heaven really was looking out for you. What if something serious had happened? Young Madam, you really should just stay home and not go anywhere, okay?"
