Li Jingyi was still sitting on Zhang Suya. Embarrassment and guilt were painted all over her expression. "Mingde, help pull me up," she said, face red, "The floor is too slippery. I can't stand up…"
Helan Mingde hurriedly tugged on her arm, so happening to clamp his fingers around her burned arm. "It hurts!" Li Jingyi cried out in pain.
Helan Mingde quickly let her go. Li Jingyi fell back with a thump. Zhang Suya's body, even in her unconscious state, spasmed with pain.
Li Jingyi's face was so red that it resembled a tomato. He looked at Helan Mingde shamefacedly. "Oh no, Mingde. Now I've sat on Sis… until she fainted. I... I—She definitely thinks that I did this on purpose. Mingde, call for help!"
"Get up first. This has nothing to do with you. She got what she deserved." Helan Mingde quickly pulled Li Jingyi up, avoiding the burn wounds.
