Every time he saw her, he would instinctively look at her little feet. Outside, he would check if she had wrapped herself up well, and at home, he would brazenly admire them, even cuddling them to his chest.
Bo Fengheng walked in, pushing open the door only to see her neatly dressed and coming out. He felt somewhat annoyed, "Yinyin, didn't I say I would apply the medicine for you..."
However, when his gaze instinctively moved to her feet.
The medicine he was holding in his hand "plop" fell to the ground.
At the same time, a wave of furious rage swept over him. He charged over and clutched her throat in a vise grip, incandescent with fury, "Who are you?"
"Ugh..." Wen Yiqing was caught off guard, feeling only a pain in her neck and her breathing stuck in her throat. Her beautiful face became purple and red as she struggled instinctively, trying to understand what was happening, but she simply couldn't speak.
