after liancheng yazhi finished speaking, he glanced at rong yan's feet, which were wrapped like a dumpling, and asked, " "It still hurts?"
Rong Yan's mind turned and her fingers moved to Liancheng Yazhi's ear, gently scratching it. With a distressed expression, she asked, " it hurts. It hurts so much. I can't walk for the next few days. What do you think I should do? "
Rong Yan's fingers were slightly cold as she tickled Liancheng Yazhi's ear, making him feel itchy but also a little comfortable, so she once again made an exception and let him do as he pleased.
In the past, in Liancheng Yazhi's fixed mind, his head was the most important part of his body, but it was also the most fragile part.
