Helian You dabbed at Long Xingkui's palm with an alcohol pad, absorbing the sand and dust from her wound.
"It's a pity, Helian Min is 800 degrees myopic, and he's convinced that I pushed you over."
Long Xingkui said, "I'll explain it to Min. If you want an apology from him, I..."
"No need." Helian You sighed, "To comfort my wounded heart, all I need is a loving hug from the Seventh Master!"
Long Xiliang: "..."
Why was he dragged into this again?
The tone in which Helian You spoke, why did it give him a strangely familiar feeling?
However, the thick smoky makeup on her face masked her subtle expressions, and Long Xiliang frowned slightly, unable to read her thoughts, which inexplicably irritated him.
"Miss You, if you keep offending my brother like this, he'll get angry." Long Xingkui's soft voice had a hint of warning.
"How is this offending?" Helian You, completely oblivious, asked Long Xiliang, "Do you think I'm flirting with you?"
