67 Don't hate her that much

He grabbed Su Qingyue's arm, trying to drag her to eat.

However, he accidentally grabbed her fractured right wrist, which caused her to hiss in pain. She raised her left hand and pushed him away forcefully.

Xiao Yuchuan was pushed to the ground, his butt aching from the hard surface. "Ouch! Wife, you're killing me! My bruised butt hasn't healed yet, and now it's worse!"

Using her left hand to support her right wrist, Su Qingyue glared at the pig-headed man on the ground, who still had the audacity to complain. Did she have a grudge against him? He dares to grab her injured hand.

Xiao Yishan, holding two cleaned, dried bamboo slices in one hand and a medicine bowl in the other, entered the room and scolded angrily, "Third brother, what are you doing? Don't you know your wife's right hand is broken?"

"I…" Seeing his wife's furrowed brows from pain, Yuchuan's eyes flashed with distress. "I didn't pay attention! I just wanted her to eat, but she refused..."