The two of them walked hand in hand, neither wanting to let go, both feeling as sweet as if they had eaten honey, wishing time would freeze at that moment.
However, as they walked, Xiaoxiao started to feel discomfort, realizing her ankle was beginning to hurt—had she really twisted it earlier? Why was she so unlucky!
Her expression turned to one of pain, and it seemed she could no longer bear it. She started to limp, making it difficult to hide from her bargain husband.
Yang Ming immediately sensed that something was off with his wife and stopped in his tracks to ask with concern, "Wife, what's wrong?"
Xiaoxiao pulled a long face and pouted, "Husband, my foot hurts."
"Did you twist it just now?" He regretted not insisting on holding her hand from the start.
"It seems like it." Xiaoxiao nodded her head, feeling utterly incapable. Indeed, she had twisted her ankle. Was this punishment for the little schemes she had played on her bargain husband?