"Drive faster, I want to go home."
Even though she had bitten him to vent her anger, Song Weiyi still applied medicine to Pei Yibai's wound after they got back.
The force was controlled, the wound was there, but it wasn't too deep.
However, looking at the wound she had inflicted, Song Weiyi did feel a bit of regret. Had she known, she would have let him sleep in the study for an extra month.
"Feeling pity now? If you had known, why did you do it in the first place?"
Seeing Song Weiyi's face full of regret, Pei Yibai couldn't help but beam with joy internally, but his happiness came too soon. The sympathy that Song Weiyi had finally mustered up was completely dissipated by his remark.
She deliberately soaked a cloth with lots of alcohol and rubbed it hard on the wound.
"Hey hey hey, gently, gently, Song Weiyi, are you trying to murder your own husband?" Pei Yibai glared at her angrily.
"Right, that's for your nonsense." Song Weiyi chuckled lightly, openly admitting it.
