Wei Anning glared at him with embarrassed anger, her legs retracting, but he pinned her down, rendering her immobile. Annoyed, she said, "Let go of me."
Upon hearing her, the man spread his legs, and she took the opportunity to slip hers out. In the end, she still managed to land a kick on him, though she wasn't sure where it hit, as all she heard was his muffled grunt, and his handsome face changed color.
Wei Anning turned to look at him, seeing him curled up in the blanket, hissing in pain, which didn't seem feigned. She was startled when she remembered feeling something soft under her foot; she didn't just kick him there, did she?
"Leng Youchen, are you okay?"
Having endured the worst of the pain, feeling a twitch in his forehead, Leng Youchen thought his wife was excessively cruel. Had he not eased up a bit, he feared... Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and with a strong pull, Wei Anning tumbled onto him.
