Jiang Yi quickly tossed the skirt back onto the bed and chased after Xia Ying, still calling out, "Wife, Wait for me."
Xia Ying, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned her head, and reminded him, "Mr. Jiang, please remember that we are in a hidden marriage. Don't call me wife. If others hear, our little secret will be exposed."
She wasn't used to him calling her 'wife'; it felt too mushy.
To Xia Ying, the intimate nicknames between husband and wife became abnormal.
Jiang Yi walked up to her, bent down, and scooped her up in his arms. Xia Ying frowned slightly. Looking down at her, he said with implied meaning, "I'm afraid you're still in pain, so I'll carry you downstairs."
"Shut up!" Xia Ying's normally good temper flared up with his teasing, and her entire face turned red.
She didn't want to think about who was responsible for her pain.
