"Who's using a 'self-injury ploy' with you? I'm going home!" Mu Xiangwan's childhood princess-like temper flared up again, and no matter how gently Su Chaoyang tried to coax her, it was useless.
"Go home? This is your home! Wherever I am, that's your home!" Su Chaoyang's tone hardened slightly, his face darkening as he snapped.
And so, the person in his arms became even more unruly. "No! I don't want to be with you! Ever since we got married, you haven't been treating me well!"
Ignoring her tantrum, Su Chaoyang took off her sandals. Spotting the red mark on the top of her foot, likely from the box that had fallen on it, he began massaging it tenderly.
Mu Xiangwan winced in pain, sharply inhaling and trying to pull her foot away, but he stopped her. "Massaging will help the blood circulate and prevent swelling."
"It's none of your business!" Her lashes were faintly damp, sticking together in clumps, as she stubbornly turned her gaze away from him.
