"Hiss..."
The pain at her kneecap jolted Ye Nuanxi back to reality, "Huo Beichen, behave, don't be a hooligan, it hurts!"
"Hurts?"
Where does it hurt?
He had only grabbed her hand after all, "You want to cry out in pain? Then let's go to bed, and I'll let you properly cry out in pain!"
Saying this, an image from four years ago instinctively surfaced in Huo Beichen's mind—an unyielding defiance that turned into deep-seated coquettishness. His gaze upon Ye Nuanxi became predatory in an instant, and his low voice was so husky it was as if it bled, "Nuanxi, maybe we should..."
Watching him like that, Ye Nuanxi didn't wait for him to finish what he wanted to say. The pain from her knee made her beautiful eyebrows crinkle finely. Following his absurd remark, she spoke out, "Sure, but not now. I don't fancy doing it with a cripple!"
"Reason?"
"Cripples only lie there and enjoy!"
