"Smart as ever, yet you still manage to make such a mess of yourself!"
Quan Tianyou ridiculed her with a glance, "If your IQ wasn't online, you might as well be reporting to the King of Hell by now!"
"Dammit! I'm in this state, and you still can't speak kindly!"
Provoked by Quan Tianyou, Su Liuying immediately flew into a rage, and her old catchphrase slipped out. Quan Tianyou looked at her, and in this moment, she was the Su Liuying he had first met, the one who always cursed like a sailor.
"Oh! That hurts!"
Every time she moved her leg, she grimaced in pain. It really hurt!
"Su Liuying, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing her in agony, a trace of concern flashed across Quan Tianyou's face.
"My leg hurts so much!"
Su Liuying frowned and gently pinched her injured leg.
"It's all your fault! You made me angry, and just now when I moved my leg, it hurt like hell!"
In her words, there was an undertone of coquetry that none of them noticed.
