Li Qiyu subconsciously glanced at Bo Yeyuan, who had been closing his eyes to rest. He seemed to have slept poorly the previous night and looked utterly exhausted, never having opened his eyes.
She lowered her voice, "Get lost."
"You dare disobey Miss Bo's order? I think you're tired of living." Xuer, the servant, raised her hand to hit her.
Li Qiyu dodged and tried to block with her hand. She had been recovering from injuries all over her body for a full month. The servant's strike was so powerful that half of her face swelled up, and she felt dizzy, staggering toward the tea table.
Li Qiyu was in pain, her hands propped on the tea table, her face colliding with Bo Yeyuan's knee in front of it.
Cold, indifferent eyes snapped open, Bo Yeyuan's gaze filled with bloodshot, reflecting a terrifying darkness.
Bo Feier suddenly felt a bit guilty as she coughed, "Brother Yeyuan, I was disciplining the servant. She was disobedient. I didn't disturb your rest, did I?"
