My Hand Hurts

Seeing that Yu Yunxi remained motionless, Feng Yili complained again, "Yunxi, my hand hurts."

Yu Yunxi leaned over slightly. At some point, his mask had fallen off, revealing his handsome and flawless face. She said helplessly, "Feng Yili, the wound is very small."

Feng Yili raised an eyebrow and said righteously, "When Junjin is injured like this, he can complain to you. Why can't I?"

Yu Yunxi massaged her temples. She said, sounding even more helpless, "Junjin is a child, and you're an adult. Moreover, Junjin has never complained about a wound so small before."

She was clearly despising Feng Yili for not being as strong as a child.

However, not only did Feng Yili not change his behavior, but he worked even harder. He said with a straight face, "Princess Consort, don't you feel sorry for me? You don't want me anymore?"

Yu Yunxi: …

"Princess Consort, don't tell me that you want to abandon me after you regained your memories?"