Although Zhang Fan was in unbearable pain, feeling the softness beside him chased away the discomfort in his heart. He slightly turned his body, and his eyes glinted with provocation as he stared at Ye Yanran.
However, just as Zhang Fan was casting flirty looks at Ye Yanran, she directly pulled out a pair of scissors from under the quilt and slammed them heavily onto the bedside table.
Zhang Fan felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in a certain area.
Dammit, scissors—isn't that the pair from the guest room? When did it end up in the hands of this tigress, Ye Yanran?
Thinking about the way she wielded the knife while cooking that night, Zhang Fan had no doubt that this tigress, Ye Yanran, could actually use it on him, and he definitely didn't want to become the last eunuch in China.
So, Zhang Fan immediately turned over.
The scissors in the tigress' hands don't recognize anyone, after all.
