Chapter 1277 - 1279_1
This quip was directed at Lele, who nodded in agreement, "Daddy isn’t shy at all."
"Did you hear that? Your own son is making fun of you."
"Hehe, they’re just little brats. When they have wives, they’ll probably be even worse than me," Ye Zi’an didn’t feel embarrassed in the slightest.
Yang Chuxia gave him an annoyed look, "From the sound of it, I think I can let go."
"Don’t, my dear wife, I’ve 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 can’t stand steady and fall and get hurt, it would still be you who’d feel heartbroken."
Ye Zi’an’s 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 Zi’an said with a cheeky grin once they reached the room.
"Don’t you have hands?" Seeing his smiling face, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but find it a little irritating.
"My dear, I injured my right shoulder, I can’t move my right hand, and you’re holding my left hand, so it can’t move either," he blinked innocently, his long eyelashes fluttering. "Oh, I suppose I could manage on my own if you’re not holding me, but I’m 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 Zi’an 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 couldn’t 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 isn’t useless, you can do it yourself."
"But how can I move if you’re supporting my left arm? If you’re not supporting me, and I fall..."
"Stop! If you dare talk about falling one more time, believe it or not, I’ll kick you down myself?" Yang Chuxia’s temper was on edge, but meeting those innocent eyes, like a lost fawn, she inexplicably softened.
"Fine, fine, I’ll help you. I must have owed you from a past life."
The victorious Ye Zi’an chuckled at her acquiescence, "No problem, whatever I owe my dear wife in this life, I’ll serve you in the next, just as much as you’ve served me."
If he hadn’t been smiling, Yang Chuxia might not have read too much into his words, but right now, she couldn’t 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 Zi’an’s joy turned to grief.
"Hehe, sorry, sorry!" Realizing she might have overdone it, Yang Chuxia quickly tested the waters.