Chapter 80

Zane set me down on the couch and said coldly, "It's fine if you become disabled, but it'll affect our intimacy!" "You—" I glared at him in frustration, feeling speechless. He really never had anything nice to say, and he always managed to make dirty things sound so serious. I hoped he would just leave, as he was driving me crazy. As I fumed, he suddenly lifted my foot and applied a cold ointment to my swollen ankle. Without looking up, he said, "We don't have any bruise or swelling medicine at home. This ointment isn't perfect, but it should help with the pain. Just use it for now." "Okay," I mumbled, realizing he must have gone to find the first aid kit just now. He carefully applied the ointment, then stood up and suddenly asked, "Aren't you hungry?" I stared at my swollen ankle and replied, "I haven't eaten all day. Of course, I'm hungry." "You haven't eaten all day?" Zane took a deep breath, huffing in irritation. "You're a grown adult. If no one's feeding you, are you r