Chen Yao remained silent, watching Liang Yingning's reddening wrist.
What was he doing? Such a scumbag, gripping someone's wrist so tightly. Was he a little unhinged?
A moment passed.
Chen Yao turned his face away. "It didn't hurt, did it?"
Liang Yingning was unclear what "hurt" referred to.
She always felt that during this conversation, she was saying her piece while Chen Yao was focused on his own.
"Where does it hurt?"
Chen Yao pondered for a moment, gesturing to her wrist. "I wasn't paying attention to my strength. Don't get tenosynovitis."
Liang Yingning looked down and only then noticed the red marks pressed into her wrist. Was this man toxic?
She looked at Chen Yao, somewhat stiffly. "Thanks for the reminder. If I end up disabled, I'll come to you for compensation."
Chen Yao snorted a laugh, genuinely amused by her words. It had been a long time since his father passed away that he'd felt such light-hearted pleasure.
