Ye Li looked at Ji Yanchen; his voice was very low, mellow, and deep.
While she was still in a daze, Ji Yanchen continued to press on her stomach. It took a while before he let her turn around.
The bruises on her shoulder weren't too severe, but Ye Li had been pampered since she was young, and her skin was extremely delicate. Ji Yanchen fetched an ice pack from the fridge and laid it over her shoulder.
The icy cool sensation made her somewhat uncomfortable, and she involuntarily shrank back.
"Don't move."
Ye Li obediently stayed still and began to check WeChat on her phone.
Lin Ke had already started frantically looking for her.
When Liu Ling pushed her, Lin Ke almost didn't grab a stool nearby to strike back. If Ye Li hadn't slapped first, Liu Ling's face probably would have suffered more than just marks. When it came to a bad temper, Lin Ke was even more extreme.
Ye Li: I'm fine now, have you gotten home?
Lin Ke: I'm home. Does your shoulder hurt?