Watching Xiao Ye's dark expression, Liu Ya couldn't help but burst out laughing, like a vivid flower blooming on her delicately beautiful face.
"Hmph, serves you right for making me angry. I'm going to punish you by making you give me a massage every day this week!"
Xiao Ye's face got even darker as he protested, "Can we at least cut it in half? Seven times in a week is exhausting."
*Giving massages every day—even a bull would drop dead from that.*
Liu Ya stubbornly refused, "No way, you need a serious punishment, then maybe you'll stop rushing off to help others."
*Xiao Ye wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only give in obediently.*
During the prep, Xiao Ye put on his gloves, zipped himself up tight in a fireproof suit covering his whole body, and made sure to wear his mask and hat. He left no skin exposed at all.
Liu Ya looked speechless, "Why are you dressing up like that?"
Xiao Ye replied, still a bit traumatized, "Just making sure I don't get marinated."
