Zhulan wanted to hurry to the fourth chamber's courtyard, but Zhou Shuren held her hand, "Do you also want to sprain your ankle? Your body can't handle that, and if you really broke a leg it might refuse to heal."
Zhulan glared at Zhou Shuren wordlessly, "Am I the kind of person who keeps suffering losses?"
Unfortunately, she contradicted herself immediately after, as she would have slipped if Zhou Shuren hadn't been holding her.
Zhou Shuren, "Heh."
Zhulan fell silent, looking down at the cleaned ground. There wasn't a bit of snow, yet she had still slipped. Her heart clenched with the thought of injury, an unpleasant feeling, "Ahem."
Zhou Shuren's mouth showed a cold smile, but his hands were carefully supporting Zhulan. She really was a worry!
Following behind, Liu Ya pursed her lips and suppressed a laugh. The deep affection between the Family Head and his wife was truly enviable, it's just that her own master wasn't bad either, if only he knew how to be tender!
