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The window was open, and Xiao Yuchuan's angry voice roared out, "Wife, what are you doing!"

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, almost hugging Xiao Qinghe. He yelled, and she froze in mid-air.

"Keep your chest away from Fourth Brother!" He looked at her ample chest, thinking about the wonderful feeling when his face was pressed against it... That was his alone!

"Why should I listen to you?" She simply sat on Xiao Qinghe's legs. Xiao Yuchuan reached through the window and pulled Qinghe's wheelchair back.

Su Qingyue was left sitting on nothing, and her butt was about to suffer...

Xiao Qinghe quickly reached out to catch her, but her falling force was too strong, and he leaned too far forward. He ended up falling off the wheelchair, clutching her tightly as they both hit the ground.

She was at the bottom; he fell on top of her.

"Ah!" she screamed in pain; her bottom's bones made a loud sound, and she was crushed by Fourth Brother.