Mo Hexuan's body was tense. He held Qin Youxue tightly in his arms and barked angrily, "Can't you be a bit gentler?!"
"Damn! Can't you just shut up?" Ji Chuyun snapped back in frustration, "If you stop talking, I can work faster!"
Every time he speaks, his hands start shaking!
Ji Chuyun really wanted to sew Mo Hexuan's mouth shut with a needle to shut him up!
Mo Hexuan pursed his lips but finally fell silent. He held Qin Youxue quietly, listening to her pained whimpers, while an unfamiliar sensation slowly rose within him.
His hand gently patted Qin Youxue's frail back, an unintentional tenderness emerging in his motions.
"Ah!"
Qin Youxue suddenly let out a sharp scream.
Ji Chuyun looked up at Mo Hexuan and said, "Hold her down a bit! There's a rock wedged deeply—if I don't remove it, it'll cause trouble!"
