"Huo Tingxiao... what are you... doing?"
Wen Xingyue ran down the stairs without saying hello, and went straight in, only to be stunned by what she saw inside.
Huo Tingxiao sat in a wheelchair, his military green trousers rolled up, revealing numerous scars.
Just now, Huo Tingxiao had been pounding his leg hard, and his calf was red from the blows.
There were still many bluish-purple marks on it.
"I..." Huo Tingxiao didn't expect her to suddenly barge in. He was unusually flustered and grabbed the clothes next to him to cover his legs.
"Huo Tingxiao, what are you doing to your leg!"
Wen Xingyue strode closer to him, her fair cheeks puffed out slightly, her eyes filled with anger.
"I was wrong."
Huo Tingxiao was a little at a loss when he saw her angry for the first time.
"What's the point of having the police if you're wrong?" Wen Xingyue said fiercely, ignoring him. She had learned this phrase from Xiao Pang.
She doesn't usually get angry and yell at people.
Huo Tingxiao actually did something to hurt himself! It's infuriating!
Huo Tingxiao's heart stirred slightly at her caring words.
"You're still laughing? I'm ignoring you." Wen Xingyue noticed the smile on his lips and her beautiful eyes widened slightly.
Huo Tingxiao showed no respect for the little peach blossom spirit's feelings, and he got angry.
Wen Xingyue glared at him, turned her head, and ran away.
Upon hearing the angry words, Huo Tingxiao's heart tightened, and he subconsciously leaned forward to grab her hand.
He forgot that he was in a wheelchair, and his forceful movement caused him to fall off the wheelchair. He subconsciously tried to let go of Wen Xingyue's hand, but it was too late. Wen Xingyue was pulled backward by his sudden pull.
With no other option, Huo Tingxiao could only hold her in his arms and quickly roll over so that she fell onto him.
The two of them crashed heavily to the ground, and Huo Tingxiao couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
But he couldn't care less about the pain; his face froze, his ears slowly turned red and hot, and his heart was burning too.
"...?"
A dizzying sensation spun around her as she fell onto a hard, stiff body. A soft touch came from her forehead, and a strange feeling spread through her heart. Wen Xingyue blinked blankly, lifted her head from his embrace, and their eyes met.
Because of the height difference between the two, Huo Tingxiao's lips touched her forehead.
"I..." Huo Tingxiao began, wanting to say something to ease the current awkward situation.
"Huo Tingxiao, what are you doing?"
Lying on him felt uncomfortable, so Wen Xingyue scrambled to her feet and looked at the person on the ground, asking in confusion.
I wasn't angry at being pulled and thrown.
Interrupted, Huo Tingxiao struggled for a long time before stammering out his words.
"……I."
"Wait a minute, I'll pick you up."
Wen Xingyue suddenly realized that Huo Tingxiao was still lying on the ground. She interrupted him, bent down, and before Huo Tingxiao could even refuse, she picked him up and carried him steadily to the bedside.
The sudden lift-off caused Huo Tingxiao to instinctively place his hand on her shoulder.
But soon his hand trembled and he wanted to pull it back, to cover his face, but his mind did not obey his thoughts, and his hand remained frozen in mid-air.
His entire body was like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, with stiff limbs and no reaction.
What should have been a few seconds felt like an eternity to Huo Tingxiao. His body remained stiff until he was finally placed on the bed.
He never imagined he would be carried in a princess carry one day, let alone by his own wife. A sense of shame, difficult to explain, welled up inside him.
He, a grown man nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighing over 170 pounds, was actually lifted up by a girl a head shorter than him, weighing less than half his weight, and with a delicate and soft appearance! Lifted up! In a princess carry!!!
This made Huo Tingxiao completely question the meaning of life.
He had imagined holding her many times, but he never thought that in the end, he would be the one being held.
Because he was questioning his existence, Huo Tingxiao didn't react immediately. He sat on the bed with his head down, his long, black hair falling across his forehead, his lips slightly pursed, looking like a wronged little wife.
Wen Xingyue was the shrew who bullied him.
He stood with his hands on his hips, looking fierce and ready to hit someone.
"Huo Tingxiao, what are you spacing out for? I asked you if you fell anywhere?"
Wen Xingyue felt the surprised and suspicious gaze of the person in front of her.
"Xingyue, how come you're so strong?"
After feeling embarrassed for a while, curiosity eventually won out. Huo Tingxiao swallowed his dry throat and asked tentatively.
He stared blankly at Wen Xingyue, his gaze filled with disbelief.
My wife has such a small body, yet she has such explosive power.
Huo Tingxiao probably wouldn't be too surprised if it were any other girl, after all, there's a saying that women hold up half the sky, and he doesn't mean he doesn't believe in women.
His wife had been pampered since childhood and had never done any work. Her arms were thin and her wrists were only three finger joints wide. He was always afraid that if he touched her hand, he might accidentally break it. Today, she suddenly picked him up, which really surprised Huo Tingxiao.
【I am a fairy. Although I no longer possess spiritual energy, it's normal for me to be strong. However, I certainly can't tell Huo Tingxiao that I am a fairy.】
"Oh, maybe I'm just naturally strong," Wen Xingyue lied without batting an eye.
Upon arriving in the human world, although she lacked spiritual energy and magical powers, her physical condition improved significantly.
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