"You also played me, your leg isn't lame or broken. What are you crying so fiercly for, huh? Is it to intentionally invoke my pity? Congratulations, you've succeeded, or else I wouldn't have set foot in your house!"
With his hands planted on either side of her, Ye Junqing allows her no chance of escape, speaking words upholding his pride and dignity.
"Who intentionally invokes your pity, don't flatter yourself! I just hurt my butt in the fall!"
She retorts, tears involuntarily rolling down her cheek. While she tries to swallow her sobs, she fails to swallow back all her unshed tears.
Watching her in this state, Ye Junqing's ice-cold hand touches her buttocks: "Where did you hurt? Here?"
He rubs her….
Pitifully, Ye Xingguang speaks out, "It's there, on the left."
Ye Junqing moves his palm to the left, he rubs her there: "Here?"
"Move up a little."
"Here?"
"Uh-huh." It hurts like hell.
