"Consummate the marriage," Shen Mosheng said as he swiftly walked towards the bedroom without a moment's pause.
Consummate the marriage?!
Shocked for a few seconds, Mother Shen dashed into the kitchen to prepare soup for the couple.
Physical exertion, must replenish!
Using his foot to hook the bedroom door open, Shen Mosheng laid Han Yingying on the bed and looked at her seriously, "Yingying, can we now?"
Han Yingying's face turned white with nervousness, her voice trembling, "No, we can't…"
"Why?"
"My leg is injured, it hurts." After saying this, Han Yingying deliberately winced, her face full of pitiful pain, "It hurts, it really hurts…"
Shen Mosheng's expression changed drastically as he picked her up and rushed out of the room.
"What are you doing now?" Han Yingying was so frightened that her heart almost leaped out of her chest.
"To the hospital."
