"Don't move around, or your feet will hurt more." Yan Sirie hissed softly and reached out to touch her ankle.

Ye Xun'er screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face from the pain, her body shivered, and she couldn't help but tighten her arms around Yan Slie's neck and nestle in his arms. This man definitely did this on purpose.

Yan Sirie carried her into the car and let her lie down against the car cushion.

Then he took out a box of anti-swelling plaster from under the driver's seat with a neat and quick movement.

Yan Sirie held Ye Xun'er's feet, took off her high heels, and grabbed her ankle with his right hand. The pain made Ye Xun'er's teeth chatter, and he shouted with a trembling voice: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, just don't touch me."

no?"

"It looks like there is a split in the joints. Let me straighten it for you." Yan Sirie looked at Ye Xun'er's bruised and swollen heels, frowned slightly, and glanced at her, "It may hurt more in a while, you

Bear with it."

The next second, before Ye Xun'er could react, Yan Sirie had already firmly grasped her heel and pushed it forward. A bone cracking sound was heard. Ye Xun'er's whole body tensed up and she could only feel her heel.

It's like it doesn't belong to you, it's completely unconscious.

"My foot, my foot is broken, ah, I can't feel my foot. You bastard, you devil, you broke my foot." Ye Xun'er jumped up from the parking space, bowing

He grabbed Yan Slie's shoulders and shook him vigorously, as if he wanted to kill him.

"Stand well, are you sure your foot is broken?" Yan Sirie looked at Ye Xun'er angrily and amusedly, should this woman be so exaggerated?

Ye Xun'er was stunned for a moment, looked at her feet, and tentatively moved them. She didn't feel stiff and pinned, and she felt much more relaxed than before.

"Those who shout a lot don't pay attention to their image." Yan Sirie snorted and mocked coldly.

"If you cry out in pain, what's wrong?" Ye Xun'er retorted.

"Then why don't you scream when you feel good?" Yan Sirie smiled ambiguously.

"You...can you stop being so low-level?" Ye Xun'er looked at him in embarrassment, completely speechless. Does this man enjoy making dirty jokes?

"I'm just arguing the facts with you." Yan Sirie emphasized solemnly.

"The truth is that I have never felt happy." Ye Xun'er glared at him.

"You mean you think I'm not good at kung fu? You're questioning my ability. Then why don't you try again?" Yan Sirie said and leaned towards her.

"No." Ye Xun'er had a look of fear on her face. She seemed to have had a shadow of that kind of thing.

She admitted that when Yan Slie teased her, she did feel like she was about to die.

However, there was really nothing she could do to make her scream like those unrestrained women.

"You are so resistant and rejecting me?" Yan Sirie was a little frustrated. It was rare that he was willing to be lucky with a woman, but this woman looked like a dead fish, which shocked him very much.

"I said, I'm already married and have children." Ye Xun'er raised her head, "Don't you dislike it?"

"It doesn't matter." Yan Sirie shook his finger, "Wives are more tempting, so you don't have to train me! Wouldn't it be better to just cultivate without developing?"
Chapter completed!