This quip was directed at Lele, who nodded in agreement, "Daddy isnāt shy at all."
"Did you hear that? Your own son is making fun of you."
"Hehe, theyāre just little brats. When they have wives, theyāll probably be even worse than me," Ye Ziāan didnāt feel embarrassed in the slightest.
Yang Chuxia gave him an annoyed look, "From the sound of it, I think I can let go."
"Donāt, my dear wife, Iāve lost a bit too much blood, lying in bed for so long has made me dizzy, and if, just if you let go and I canāt stand steady and fall and get hurt, it would still be you whoād feel heartbroken."
Ye Ziāanās words flowed way too smoothly, as if he had rehearsed them countless times in his mind.
The washbasin had been prepared by Yang Chuxia early in the morning in the next room, anticipating that he would need it later.
"Wife, help me take off my trousers," Ye Ziāan said with a cheeky grin once they reached the room.
"Donāt you have hands?" Seeing his smiling face, Yang Chuxia couldnāt help but find it a little irritating.
"My dear, I injured my right shoulder, I canāt move my right hand, and youāre holding my left hand, so it canāt move either," he blinked innocently, his long eyelashes fluttering. "Oh, I suppose I could manage on my own if youāre not holding me, but Iām dizzy, and if I fall... "
"Shut up." Yang Chuxia cut him off before he could finish, his words making it impossible for her to refuse to help without feeling guilty.
Seeing Yang Chuxia willing to help him pull down his trousers, Ye Ziāan grinned slyly, his smile resembling that of a cunning fox.
Yang Chuxia looked up to see him smiling brilliantly.
She was about to say something but then heard him speak again, "My dear, I need your help!"
"Damn!" Yang Chuxia couldnāt help but curse. She felt like this darn man was playing the rogue again.
However, she underestimated his ability to play rogue. He did it in such a serious manner, wearing an innocent face.
"My dear~"
Yang Chuxia gritted her teeth, "As long as your left hand isnāt useless, you can do it yourself."
"But how can I move if youāre supporting my left arm? If youāre not supporting me, and I fall..."
"Stop! If you dare talk about falling one more time, believe it or not, Iāll kick you down myself?" Yang Chuxiaās temper was on edge, but meeting those innocent eyes, like a lost fawn, she inexplicably softened.
"Fine, fine, Iāll help you. I must have owed you from a past life."
The victorious Ye Ziāan chuckled at her acquiescence, "No problem, whatever I owe my dear wife in this life, Iāll serve you in the next, just as much as youāve served me."
If he hadnāt been smiling, Yang Chuxia might not have read too much into his words, but right now, she couldnāt help but let her thoughts wander far, her mind reeling at his implication. Damn it! She might as well strike herself dead, thought Yang Chuxia, as she subconsciously shuddered.
"My dear?" Usually when she was distracted, she would end up doing something painful, like right now.
Ye Ziāanās joy turned to grief.
"Hehe, sorry, sorry!" Realizing she might have overdone it, Yang Chuxia quickly tested the waters.