No wonder these wounds all showed up in such a short time; it seems that hitting someone requires real skill.

After the medicine was applied, Huo Chenyu lay on the bed, feeling utterly hopeless.

Tang Li washed her hands and came out. She specially moved the small table from the balcony into the room and placed it at the foot of the bed. She also moved a chair, opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and put the still-warm meal on the table. She then ate with relish in front of Huo Chenyu.

Huo Chenyu's stomach rumbled with craving.

"Honey, can you feed me a couple of bites?"

Tang Li glanced at him and said:

"Just come and eat, I didn't say you can't eat anything."

Huo Chenyu was in excruciating pain in his limbs, but his mind was perfectly clear.

"I just... can't get up."

Tang Li took a big smack:

"Then you should just lie there. With all your injuries, you can't eat spicy food or seafood. Look at all these dishes on the table, what can you possibly eat?"

Huo Chenyu stared at the bowl of sweet potato vines:

"I can at least eat some vegetables, right?"

Tang Li picked up the greens, slurped them down, and poured them into the seafood platter.

"Mr. Huo, I'm so sorry, my hand slipped. You can't eat these vegetables now."

Huo Chenyu sighed:

"As the old saying goes, a man really shouldn't offend his woman when he's young, or he'll end up like me when he's old. You're dancing with old men in the square while I'm in a wheelchair and I'm incontinent."

Urinary incontinence!!!

Ha ha ha ha!!!

That's so vivid!

Tang Li laughed uncontrollably, until Huo Chenyu reminded her:

"Listen, it sounds like someone is knocking on the door."