An hour later, before dinner, the two of them left the room, with Youji walking somewhat awkwardly.
After all, Aoyama Xiu Xin was a rough man.
"Youji, what happened to you?" It was hard for Neitian Mama not to notice her daughter's awkward walk.
Youji replied, "Didn't I just kick my foot against the bed frame? It still hurts."
"Is it that bad? Sit on the sofa, and I'll have a look," Neitian Mama hastily said.
"Ah!" Youji recoiled in shock, the area under her skirt now a complete mess, nervously waving her hands in refusal, "Mom, I'm fine."
"Really?" Neitian Mama looked at her suspiciously.
"Really, I'm truly fine," Youji nodded, and to prove she was alright, she endured the pain and hopped twice, immediately regretting the action as soup spilled.
Aoyama Xiu Xin had fed her too much.
She could only eat what she couldn't carry away.
