“Alright. It was just twisted.” Rao Aimin said softly, “Sleep.”
Zhang Ye moved his arm again and it was really much better. He looked towards Rao Aimin and saw that Old Rao had once again gone back to sleep.
Zhang Ye hated it. Why were you so ruthless? You really twisted my arm? He was already a wasted force. Since he had already been twisted once, twice would also be the same. Zhang Ye went all out, refusing to have his beliefs shaken. Once his hand wasn’t in pain anymore, he once again tucked his hand into Rao Aimin’s bathrobe’s opening.
A similar scene!
With a sneer, Rao Aimin grabbed Zhang Ye’s wrist again. However, it was unknown if she was afraid to dislocate or fracture his arm again, so she did not use any strength in the end.