His exposed skin glowed pink, and his Adam's apple bobbed laboredly.

Where would you find something like that?

She jumped into my arms one minute, then immediately pulled down her shoulder strap to show me her vulgarity.

Hearing that he didn't speak, Wen Jiaojiao assumed he believed her and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he reached the main road, she stretched out her leg and stood on the ground.

"Brother, go ahead and get busy. Be careful, I'll be watching you."

The people around her were also impressed by Wen Jiaojiao's shamelessness. No matter how they tried to persuade or scold her, they couldn't change her feelings for Wen Zhaoye. So, with Wen Zhaoye's warning, they simply stopped caring.

To prevent the snake from biting Wen Zhaoye, Wen Jiaojiao carefully watched his surroundings and took two steps back.

Suddenly, my foot stepped on something, and I fell backward.

Ah~

Her pupils widened in shock, she struggled wildly with her hands, and cried out in alarm.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye's dark eyes flashed with panic as he looked over, only to see Wen Jiaojiao fall to the ground.

He dropped his sickle and swiftly went over, carrying her to a shady spot to sit down, saying with concern:

"What happened? You were fine, why did you fall?"

Wen Jiaojiao clutched her ankle in pain and looked at where her foot had slipped, saying, "Someone threw away the pit of a peach after eating it."

Wen Zhaoye pursed his thin lips, raised his large hand and gently grasped her slender ankle. After observing it for a while, he couldn't find anything wrong, not even a hint of redness. Yet he asked:

Does your foot still hurt?

"It's alright." Before Wen Jiaojiao could finish her sentence, Wen Zhaoye continued:

"If you can't walk, I'll take you home now and let you rest for a few days."

Take a few days to rest?

Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes shone brightly, but suddenly her expression changed, her cheeks puffed out, and she sobbed softly:

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much! I guess I'll never be able to walk again. If I'm bedridden, will I need someone to take care of me for the rest of my life?"