Late at night, Xiangyang.
Chen Mo was telling a cold joke, and since Xiao Ya couldn't catch the humor in it, she looked at Chen Mo with a pained and confused expression after he finished.
Chen Mo awkwardly laughed twice and could only kiss the corner of Xiao Ya's lips to comfort her.
Feeling her husband's affection, Xiao Ya still felt immense pain, but she forced herself to say, "Husband, I'm... okay now."
After speaking, she hugged Chen Mo's waist, clearly indicating for him to continue.
In normal times, he would have definitely noticed Xiao Ya was holding on, but at this moment, he was also in a awkward position, and most importantly, he wasn't completely...
Seeing Chen Mo resume, Xiao Ya quickly bit her lip hard, fearing she might accidentally cry out.
She managed to control her voice, but not her expression, especially her tears, which spilled from her eyes without restraint.
