If it couldn't be used anymore, she wondered how she'd cope in the future!
Even though Ye Che had stolen "tastes" of her quite a few times before, Xia Weiyi still felt somewhat uneasy in the face of his robust physique.
She awkwardly turned her head away, her gaze flickering twice without feeling any wrongdoing, and said haughtily, "I warned you, keep messing around, and I'll kick you off."
"But you can't kick my brother"—Ye Che's tone was full of grievance—"look, it's almost crippled."
Only then did Xia Weiyi turn her head to see Ye Che's forehead beaded with sweat from the pain, his embarrassing condition almost made her laugh out loud.
After a pause, she felt that she might have been too hard, her face reddened slightly, and she muttered, "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry..."
"If sorry were useful, what would we need the police for..." Ye Che grumbled unhappily.
"Neither apologies nor the police are of any use to you," Weiyi murmured, echoing Ye Che's words.
