"Hiss! Ah... Linglong, my wife, are you trying to murder your own husband..."
Ye Fan hadn't been on guard against Yu Linglong at all, and when she suddenly kicked him like that, he instantly felt such pain that his body bent at the waist. He clutched the chair beside him, his face twisting in agony.
"Ah..." Seeing Ye Fan in such a state, Yu Linglong's complexion changed dramatically, her eyes filled with distress, "Xiao Fan, are you all right? I... I didn't do it on purpose..."
Yu Linglong had only meant to knock Ye Fan down a peg, never intending to actually harm him.
Besides, wasn't Ye Fan at the Martial Emperor level in terms of strength? He could have easily dodged her kick.
Why did Ye Fan look so pained now?
"Ow! I can't take it, I've lost all feeling, I think my eggs... might be smashed..." Ye Fan furrowed his brow, hissed in a breath of cold air, and put on a very pained expression, but a mischievous smile played at the corner of his mouth.
