Summary
Qi Jingyan’s legs were ruined.
Overnight, Heaven’s Favorite Son fell into the mire.
I, who had loved him for years, seized the opportunity.
He mocked himself: “You want me, but I’m already a cripple.”
I stared at his legs, unconcerned: “It’s your legs that are ruined, not your reproductive function.”
At night, Qi Jingyan, always self-disciplined and proper, pulled me to sit on his lap.
He asked softly, “I heard you’re good at riding?”
I shook my head frantically in denial: “No… my waist hurts.”