After calling out several times and seeing that the door wasn't opened, Zhang Xiaofan was ready to break in.
But just as he was about to do so,
The door opened.
Dressed in a bathrobe, with her hair wet and dripping, Li Peishan appeared in front of Zhang Xiaofan.
"Peishan, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Li Peishan's expression of pain, Zhang Xiaofan asked anxiously.
Li Peishan furrowed her eyebrows and, biting her lips, she said, "It's probably because I walked too much today, or maybe the bathroom was a bit slippery, and I accidentally twisted my foot."
"Peishan, don't move around!"
As Li Peishan extended her smooth and fair leg,
Zhang Xiaofan quickly said.
"Peishan, I'll carry you inside to sit down."
Zhang Xiaofan immediately entered, then crouched down.
"Xiaofan, I can walk."
Li Peishan said enduring the pain.
As a strong woman, Li Peishan thought she was not that delicate.
Moreover, she wasn't an eighteen-year-old girl who liked to act coquettishly.
