Lu Xiaoyou exclaimed in surprise, and the man's hand instantly grasped her leg.
"Long Xiliang! Hey!!"
Lu Xiaoyou lost her balance and fell onto the sofa, using the other leg that wasn't restrained to try to kick the man pressing down on her away.
However, the strong-bodied man didn't intend to give her any room for resistance.
The man raised an eyebrow and asked her, "Does it really hurt that much?"
Lu Xiaoyou lay on the sofa, her seaweed-like long hair hanging off it.
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes, "Isn't it because of you!"
Long Xiliang nodded his chin, "Yeah, it's my doing."
Lu Xiaoyou heard a word deliberately emphasized and realized that Long Xiliang's skill at making dirty jokes was improving.
Did this man graduate his skills from her?
The man got off the sofa.
"I'll get you some ointment for swelling."
Lu Xiaoyou lay on the sofa, too lazy to move.
