Song Yansheng was both amused and annoyed, bending over and unable to straighten up. Shi Nuan looked on, feeling a bit guilty, her face flushed red.
Song Yansheng stopped talking, which made Shi Nuan even more worried, and she coughed lightly before asking, "Se... Second Uncle, are you... are you okay!"
"Do I look like I'm okay?"
Shi Nuan: "..."
"Nuannuan, you're really something!"
Shi Nuan was even more at a loss for words.
But she had already done it, what could she do now? There was no turning back!
"...I didn't do it on purpose."
These were the only words Shi Nuan could finally muster.
Song Yansheng sighed lightly and beckoned her over.
Shi Nuan blinked, puzzled.
Song Yansheng said, "Help me find a place to sit. It really hurts there!"
Shi Nuan: "..."
Eventually, she helped Song Yansheng over to a small pavilion nearby to sit down.
