But can you blame me for this? If it weren't for the witch gu you guys did to me, the situation wouldn't have turned out like this...
Zhao Changhe's expression also changed: "No way..."
Ye Wuming forced a response: "Do you...feel anything?"
"I do, but..."
"You feel it, but there's no response?" Ye Wuming's expression turned even uglier: "Then wouldn't that be..."
Zhao Changhe's expression was equally bad: "Try not using the wet towel, use your hands?"
Ye Wuming: "..."
"What's the hesitation?" Zhao Changhe was anxious: "Are you afraid Ye Wuming might see? Who cares, it's such a serious matter, even if Ye Wuming is standing on the side, I'd shove it in her mouth."
"..." Ye Wuming rarely saw Zhao Changhe in such a flustered state, it made her inexplicably want to laugh. But with his words, she couldn't laugh; instead, anger arose, and she stuffed the wet towel into his mouth: "Shove it, go ahead!"
