Ye Beisheng struggled to get up.
However, Huo Xiting's hand was holding her shoulder tightly. Ye Beisheng was forced to raise her head. "What are you doing?"
"Don't move, your…"
The man's warm and dry palm gently pressed on the top of her head. Then, he gently helped her up and his gaze fell on her ankle.
Ye Beisheng's face suddenly turned red. She subconsciously wanted to run away, but she didn't hear what he wanted to say.
After she steadied herself, she wanted to stand up. She exerted strength with her legs, but in the next moment, she suddenly heard a crack!
Ye Beisheng's expression changed drastically. She fell back onto the sofa in confusion.
Huo Xiting slowly finished the second half of his sentence, "You dislocated your ankle….."
"....."
Ye Beishen's smile froze on her face.
It was indeed a dislocation.
