Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Seeing that he had calmed down a bit, Li Mo'er asked again, still worried, "Does anything hurt?"

Seeing Wang Jingmo shake his head, Li Mo'er helped him sit up.

She had been worried that Wang Jingmo might have a fracture in his chest cavity, and that lifting him up rashly would cause further injury, so she hadn't moved him.

After confirming that he was not injured, she slowly helped him sit up.

Li Mo'er rubbed her abdomen, and the discomfort seemed to have disappeared. She slowly stood up and began to look for a way out.

"Sit down and rest for a bit."

Li Mo'er observed the pit. The walls were very smooth, and there were no protruding rocks to use for leverage, so climbing was not an option.

It was about two meters deep. Li Mo'er stretched out her hand and jumped up, barely managing to touch the top.

She tried again and again, and each time she fell down just as she was about to hang on.

Wang Jingmo watched her fall to the ground again and again, and felt sorry for her so he wanted to help her up, but Li Mo'er stopped him.

Each time, she would get up, clap her hands, and try again. After five or six attempts, she finally managed to hang on it.

But with no foothold, she couldn't exert any strength at all, and her legs could only reach her waist; she couldn't reach any higher.

My arms were exhausted. The initial plank exercise had already taken a lot of effort, and after trying so many times, my arms were already sore and numb.

She let go of his hand in frustration and walked dejectedly to sit down next to Wang Jingmo.

Wang Jingmo patted her shoulder reassuringly, trying to tell her that everything was alright.

Unexpectedly, Li Mo'er suddenly stood up; she could have used her shoulder to lift Jingmo up and send him up.

Li Mo'er's eyes lit up instantly. She squatted down against the wall, patted her shoulders, and said, "Jingmo, quick, stand on my shoulders."

Wang Jingmo glanced at his feet, struggled to stand up while holding onto the wall, and limped to Li Mo'er's side.

As soon as Li Mo'er fell, he was anxious to get up and help her up, but he couldn't feel his legs. He was worried that Mo'er would have reservations if she knew, so he didn't tell her.

Just then, Li Mo'er stopped him from getting up, so he stayed seated and even secretly covered his swollen ankle with the hem of his clothes.

At first, Li Mo'er only thought that Wang Jingmo was walking slowly, but when Wang Jingmo got to her side, she noticed that Wang Jingmo was walking on tiptoe.

She immediately stood up, expressionless, and helped Wang Jingmo sit down, her eyes fixed on the swollen foot, without saying a word.

Wang Jingmo was intimidated by her aura, so he gently tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "I'm fine."

Li Mo'er ruthlessly shook off his hand, pointed at his ankle, and said, "It's swollen like this and you still say it's okay? Then tell me what it means to be okay."

Li Mo'er's tone was calm, but Wang Jingmo could still tell she was angry, and she shook off his hand.

He dared not look directly at Li Mo'er's serious expression, and lowered his head to explain in a low voice.

"It didn't hurt at first, but by the time I noticed, it was already like this."

Wang Jingmo, fearing Li Mo'er might misunderstand, added, "It doesn't hurt now."

Wang Jingmo's sincere tone left Li Mo'er unsure of who to be angry with.

She carefully examined the wounds on his face and also looked at the injuries where his clothes were torn. She hadn't expected that the most serious injury was on his foot; she had been too careless.

This ankle injury occurred when Wang Jingmo fell; he missed a step and his foot slammed straight down.

Wang Jingmo's fainting was probably due to the intense pain from his foot injury.

Li Mo'er picked up Wang Jingmo's feet, intending to take off his shoes and socks to examine them.

Wang Jingmo instinctively tried to dodge, attempting to pull his foot back.

But Li Mo'er wouldn't let him have his way. She said in a cold tone, "Don't move."

She held his feet firmly in her hands and quickly took off his shoes and socks.

Because of shyness, Wang Jingmo subconsciously curled her toes, which aggravated her sprained ankle.

"hiss-"

Wang Jingmo cried out in pain, then quickly covered his mouth with his hand to stop himself from making a sound.

"So this is what it means to not feel pain, huh?"

Li Mo'er's tone was full of pressure, and Wang Jingmo pouted aggrievedly. It didn't hurt before, it only started to hurt just now.

Looking at Wang Jingmo's lowered head, Li Mo'er couldn't bear to scold him anymore.

She examined him carefully and found that his foot was only sprained and no bone was broken, so she put his foot down with peace of mind.

She remembered that she had brought the medicine she got for Shen Zicen with her, so why wasn't it with her?

Suddenly, she slapped her forehead and realized that Wang Jingmo was gone. She put the ointment on the table and ran out.

She regretted it a little; she should have taken the medicine with her, at least it could have helped reduce Jingmo's swelling.

When Wang Jingmo saw Li Mo'er patting her head, he thought she was blaming herself, so he quickly grabbed her arm and took out a bottle of ointment.

"This is for reducing swelling and relieving pain."

Seeing the ointment in his hand, Li Mo'er quickly opened it and was about to apply it to his feet.

Wang Jingmo moved his foot to the side. "This is the ointment for you."

Li Mo'er was taken aback. "I'm not injured, I don't need ointment."

Wang Jingmo lifted her sleeve, revealing a small red and swollen mark.

Li Mo'er was touched by Wang Jingmo's thoughtfulness. She hadn't even noticed the redness and swelling. Could it be that Jingmo really...

"Since this medicine is for me, can I decide how to use it?"

Li Mo'er held the medicine in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on Wang Jingmo.

Wang Jingmo nodded, and she applied the medicine to his ankle.

"Hmm~"

Wang Jingmo couldn't help but groan in pain, then immediately bit her lip.

Li Mo'er applied the medicine more gently, but Wang Jingmo still broke out in a sweat from the pain.

"Say it next time it hurts, don't hold it in."

Wang Jingmo had no one to confide in about her grievances. She hadn't felt any pain until the medicine was applied.

Li Mo'er looked at his swollen ankle, which resembled a steamed bun. She could only tell that no bone was broken, and that he had only learned to do this because he used to sprain his ankle frequently.

However, she did not learn how to set bones, otherwise she could have reset Jingmo's spine.

Wang Jingmo stared intently at her ankle, his lips turning white from the exertion.

"You should bite your lips until they bleed."

Wang Jingmo said softly, sounding aggrieved, "It hurts."

Even if Li Mo'er doesn't touch her ankle now, it still hurts, it hurts terribly.

Looking at the medicine that hadn't been finished applying, Li Mo'er could only gently blow on it while applying it.

Even though she had already made it very gentle, Wang Jingmo was still in unbearable pain.

Li Mo'er turned to look at Wang Jingmo and found him staring intently at her as she applied the medicine.

Li Mo'er wanted to divert his attention, so she casually asked, "Do you like me?"

Sure enough, those words were more effective than anesthesia. Wang Jingmo looked up at Li Mo'er in a daze, his face flushed. He hadn't expected Li Mo'er to say it so bluntly.

While he was distracted, Li Mo'er quickly finished applying the medicine.