章節 39: 39 dead perverts

Su Qingyue laughed so hard her whole body trembled, and her injured internal organs suddenly cramped in pain.

One should never laugh at disabled people, and now karma was striking back. Damn, laughing was tearing apart her own internal injuries. Her insides were cramping and aching, causing her so much pain.

Seeing her laughter stopped, Xiao Yuchuan took a big step forward, "Why aren't you laughing anymore? Your face looks off, are you feeling unwell somewhere?" As he spoke, he raised his hand to gently pat her chest.

She lifted her uninjured left hand to slap his hand away, silently mouthing three words, "Pervert!"

Seeing his wife's clear words, Xiao Yuchuan was stunned, "When did I ever lust after you? With your looks, even if you begged me to lust for you, I wouldn't." He was just caring for her, and his goodwill was being treated like a donkey's lungs.

Su Qingyue glared at him and 'heard' him speak, then snorted silently, "You're uglier than me right now."