"Using that thing? I'd rather hold it in till I die," Mu Xingfeng snorted, his voice dripping with disdain.
An Ran was instantly amused. "Good thing you hurt your hand. If it were your leg, you really might have to hold it in till you died. So, Mu Xingfeng, you'd better protect yourself when you're out on missions. Otherwise, with that tsundere attitude of yours, if you don't die from the injury but end up dying because you can't pee, won't people laugh themselves to death?"
"Mm, whatever my wife says goes," Mu Xingfeng rested his left hand on An Ran's shoulder, leaning his whole body over, but he still didn't put all his weight on her.
He knew exactly how much his little wifey weighed. Even though he liked the idea of her waiting on him, he didn't want to wear her out.
