Xiao Jinran looked at the girl in her arms. “You’re looking for a beating, aren’t you?”
Ye yingying steadied herself on his firm thighs. Then, she looked at him with her clear black and white eyes. “Master Xiao, are you free to talk to Me Now? Cold water is useless. Can you find me some antidote?”
Xiao Jinran looked at her flushed little face. An 18-year-old girl was so tender that water could be squeezed out. He looked at her with his bewitching Peach Blossom Eyes. “Why? Didn’t you take care of it yourself?”
”...”
Ye Yingying’s slender yu jie trembled. She endured the embarrassment and shame and looked at him quietly. “No.”
Xiao Jinran curled her thin lips. “Don’t be naive. There is no antidote for this kind of thing. However... I do have other antidote. It is right in front of you now.”
The person in front of her was... him.
