"Brother, what are you doing? Go away..." Ye Qingyu was blushing by his actions, and she raised her foot and kicked him.
"Don't move." Ye Xuanye had quick eyes and quick hands, holding her feet with one hand. Suddenly, he stopped sniffing her, his eyes fell on her body, his thick eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, and he asked in confusion:
"You were injured in..."
"Fuck you, don't let me go yet, I told you I'm not hurt." Ye Qingyu felt ashamed and angry, straightened her upper body, raised her palm and slapped him.
Ye Xuanye let go of her foot, stretched out his hand to caress the cheek that had been beaten inexplicably, and asked in shock: "Why did you hit me?"