"Get out," Yuanhuan said, barely standing on one foot. He tossed the cotton swab he was holding and put his hand next to his waistband, pretending to undo his pants. His cool and handsome face looked at Xu Xiuxiu, but his hand didn't actually start to undo them. It seemed like he was waiting for Xiuxiu to turn around and leave the bathroom on her own accord.
But you wouldn't know it to see Song Yuanhuan normally, shameless and unabashed in his marital life, pulling Xiuxiu into airplane rides and tank battles, having his fun with military equipment and tactical plans. However, in this injured state, he lost all that brazen energy.
Seeing the embarrassed Yuanhuan, Xiuxiu couldn't help but want to tease him. "You're having trouble standing; let me support you," Xiuxiu admitted she said this with a playful tone.
"No need," Yuanhuan refused, his face dark.
