Due to Mo Jiangye's forceful pulling, Ye Erruo twisted her ankle and fell down the stairs before she could react.
Mo Jiangye's eyes and hands were swift enough. He stretched out his hands to hold onto her waist and carried her firmly in his arms. There was a flash of annoyance in his eyes.
"Psst… "
At the sight of her pretty face contorting in pain, his big hands swept her into his arms. He was extremely nervous. "Where does it hurt?!!"
Carrying her, he descended the stairs in large strides at lighting speed and then placed her on a chair. Holding onto her soft and tender hands, he immediately discovered that something was wrong. "Did you twist your ankle?"
"It's no problem."
Holding onto her ankle, his eyes dimmed. He exerted strength with his hands. One could hear the sound of the bones returning to the correct position…
"Ah… That hurts!" Both of Ye Erruo' eyes were tearing.
"It's alright now."
