"Miss Ye, it's your turn to bandage the young master." Mo Shisan was still insisting on this matter.
How much does he actually adore Ya Shitian?
Even the most brain-dead fans would have to bow down to him.
Ye Anqi had finally figured it out.
This was a world of a novel, where the thought processes of the characters couldn't be measured by normal human standards.
She was also being silly, why bother arguing with these fictitious characters.
That's right, Ye Anqi had always believed that one day she would return to her own world!
"Miss Ye?" Mo Shisan was already losing his patience.
"I know, idiot."
Ye Anqi turned around, squatted down in front of Ya Shitian, and while fiddling with the first aid kit, sarcastically said, "You should give your fan a raise, loyal subordinates are hard to find these days."
Ya Shitian looked at Mo Shisan: "Leave."
"Yes, young master." Mo Shisan left briskly.
