"You know?" Chi Enen looked up, not understanding whether he meant he knew she didn't do it on purpose, or that he knew where she was.
Xi Zelie didn't answer her. Instead, he suddenly grabbed her hand, pressed her to sit on the sofa, tightened his thin lips, and silently took out the contents of the bag he had given Chi Enen earlier.
Inside, there was Ointment.
Chi Enen was taken aback for a moment.
Watching him silently but forcefully pull her left hand over, his gaze focused intently on her bruised wrist from when Li Beijue lost control.
"Does it hurt?"
Chi Enen felt that this pose was too intimate, and Xi Zelie's question also felt too suggestive. She instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, awkwardly saying, "... It's nothing, it doesn't hurt. Li Beijue didn't really squeeze hard, he just lost control a bit."
Indeed, Li Beijue hadn't really squeezed hard enough; otherwise, her wrist wouldn't just be bruised, it would be injured to the Bone.
