"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Li Yeqi anxiously checked her body.
Yan Luoxi awkwardly pushed away his hand, feeling a needle-like pain spreading through her waist and thighs, and she scratched her head embarrassedly, "Li Dagod, what happened just now?"
Li Yeqi stared at her intently, and in the silent night without the moon, she looked up at him slightly, pitiful and with a hint of grievance, as if she was accusing him of his roughness just before.
He massaged his brow, "It's nothing, go inside."
Watching him turn away and leave, Yan Luoxi pouted, clearly burdened with heavy thoughts, yet claiming nothing was wrong.
She followed him slowly into the villa. The man changed his shoes at the entryway, and as Yan Luoxi passed by him, she suddenly heard him ask, "Are you injured?"
"Eh, how did you know?" Yan Luoxi looked at him in surprise.
