"Why doesn't it hurt?" The red-haired young man said dazedly, holding his broken arm.
"Do you really wish it would hurt a lot?" Xu Ke raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding the red-haired young man's thought process.
"No, no, this is fine, this is fine."
The red-haired young man quickly refused, seeing Xu Ke's eager look.
He wasn't some masochist. Isn't a pain-free broken arm better? Does it need to hurt like hell to be satisfying?
While Xu Ke and the red-haired young man were talking, Xiao Liu, who had been knocked down by Xu Ke, quietly got up and tried to sneak away.
A pair of white canvas shoes blocked his path.
"You're not being obedient. My dear won't let you leave. How could you leave early?" Ariel, draped in Xu Ke's jacket, blocked Xiao Liu's path and tilted her head as she spoke.
"Get the hell out of my way." Xiao Liu looked back at Xu Ke, who was still talking with the red-haired young man, and lowered his voice menacingly towards Ariel.
