"Why didn't I think of that?" Xiao Yuchuan grinned, "If I knew earlier, I'd have stabbed more holes in my hand to make my wife worry about me."
She rolled her eyes at him, "Who would be worried about you?"
"Wife, it was an accident," he said in grievance, "Look at me, so weak in my hands and feet, yet I'm still rushing to make clothes for you. I got pricked by a needle, and you're not even comforting me."
"Alright, alright," she said casually, "Third brother, you're so mistreated." Then she tried to stand up, "Third brother, you don't have to crawl out of the room. I'll go to the secondary bedroom to change my clothes."
"No need for so much trouble," he said while lying on the bed, pulling the quilt and covering his head with the bedding. "I promise I won't look at you, wife, just change your clothes here."
"Are you sure you won't peek?"
His muffled voice came from under the quilt, "I swear."
Su Qingyue quickly undressed herself and said, "But I don't trust you."
