Qin Youxuan licked her lips, nervously probing.
"You applied medicine for him." Dan Hanjie squinted with his mischievous eyes, articulating each word deliberately.
His enchanting gaze fell on Qin Youxuan's hands, his cold and harsh sight sweeping across her small hands.
As if pondering which hand touched Dan Hanxi, and how to cut it off without causing too much pain...
Qin Youxuan shivered all over and quickly reached out to hug Dan Hanjie's waist.
"I'm touching you now, you can't cut off my hand!"
"...Who said I was going to cut off your hand?" Is her imagination running too wild?
"It's best not to get too close to Dan Hanxi for no reason, it affects intelligence." Dan Hanjie's long fingers caressed her cheek, his tone chilling.
"..."
Was he insulting her or Dan Hanxi?
"You're not angry anymore?" Qin Youxuan let out a long breath of relief, leaned against his chest, and looked up at him.
The next second, Dan Hanjie pinched her face hard, making her grimace in pain.
