The moment the blanket was lifted off, Su Xiyue felt a chill run down her body and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
"Ye Chen, what are you doing?"
Seeing Su Xiyue in such pain that her willow eyebrows were furrowed together, and her body kept writhing, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh. He gently patted her body and said, "What on earth are you thinking about? Isn't your leg cramping? Stop moving around, let me take a look."
"Pretending to be nice, it's all your fault anyway."
Su Xiyue glared at Ye Chen fiercely. The intense pain from the cramp in her leg made her feel very aggrieved.
If it weren't for Ye Chen, she wouldn't have suffered so much – truly detestable.
"Su Xiyue, don't falsely accuse me. I didn't even touch you, you cramped up on your own – so who's to blame?"
Ye Chen also felt wronged. How could everything be blamed on him?
At his words, Su Xiyue pouted angrily, huffed, and turned her head away, brooding silently.
