Rao Aimin glanced at him, “Who let you grope!? Fine, stop screaming. Treat it as I mistakenly overused my strength!”
Zhang Ye was embarrassed, so he shouted even louder, “Oh, my elbows! Aiyah, my knee! Aiyah, my disc!” It was quite a catchy phrase.
Rao Aimin wrapped the towel on her body again, then stepped off the bed with her bare feet. She squatted down and touched his elbow, “Is there pain here?”
Zhang Ye said, “It’s not painful here.”
“What about here?” Rao Aimin examined his knee.
“Ah, it’s not painful here, too,” Zhang Ye said.
“What about here?” Rao Aimin pressed on his intervertebral disc.
“Also not painful,” Zhang Ye said.
Rao Aimin kicked him in the ass with an unhappy face, “Damn kid, if it’s not painful, why are you screaming? Quickly get up. It’s no big deal!”
Zhang Ye’s screams became worse, “I can’t get up, I can’t move!”