Ouyang Chengze had no time to get up before Jiang Yingying jumped over and sat down hard on him.
It hurt so much he couldn't breathe.
"Waist, waist, waist..."
Jiang Yingying gritted her teeth: "Medicine my ass, are you still hoping I'll give you a CPR response?"
"My waist is about to break, Yingying, if my waist breaks, you'll be the one suffering!"
"Oh, spit!" Jiang Yingying sat on the man and used a lot of force, "Breaking your skinny arms and legs would be better! If your waist breaks, I'll just keep a few kept men!"
"Hugging left and right, wouldn't that be delightful!"
Jiang Yingying grabbed Ouyang Chengze's hair and spat out angrily.
"You brat, you're getting bold now, aren't you! Such a big matter, and you kept it from me this entire time!"
"Open your mouth and let me see, how many lion hearts and leopard guts did you eat to cause such a ruckus on our wedding day!"
