Ji Nuan was brought into a room upstairs. She laid in the man's arms and felt that recently, Mo Jingshen seemed to be carrying her around all the time.
Even before their divorce, he never carried her around as much.
Even if he was trying to announce his ownership, he was being far too open and brazen.
As they entered the room, she moved in his embrace slightly. The man glanced at her. "Which ankle did you hurt?"
As he spoke, he prepared to place her down on the sofa but hesitated. He saw that Ji Nuan didn't seem as resistant as she usually did and paused mid-bend. After faltering for a moment, he decisively sat down on the sofa with her in his arms. He placed her on his lap and kept her stable with one arm around her waist. He then raised her leg with his other hand: "Does it still hurt?"
