Li Tingyan obediently closed his eyes, helped Nianyang pull up her pants, and carried her to the hospital bed. When he lowered his head, he noticed the little girl was crying, tears streaming down her face, still sobbing.
Oh no!
Li Yama panicked immediately, clumsily wiping away her tears,
"What's wrong, wifey? It's just a shot in the butt, does it hurt that much?"
Straight-Man Li Tingyan—completely baffled as to why this was worth crying over. It's just a shot in the butt, what's the difference from a mosquito bite?
Nianyang sniffled, grabbed his hand and bit it hard, her voice choked with sobs, "If you think it doesn't hurt, why don't you try it yourself? I already said I didn't want the shot, but you insisted. I'm already feeling miserable, and now you're making it worse. You don't care about me at all…"
Her tone was so aggrieved, as if Li Yama had really wronged her. Only in front of Li Tingyan could Nianyang show this delicate side of her.
