The clasp on her wrist that seemed intimate was actually exerted with tremendous force, wrenching her broken wrist so hard that the wound split open.
Yiren trembled with pain, her face contorted.
The agonizing pain seared up from her wrist, so painful, this despicable person was so malicious, probably squeezing her hand to break again, ah… it was killing her.
Sweat broke out on Yiren's forehead; she desperately wanted to kick Ye Lu away, the little lowlife, but under the eyes of the public, she could not show her bad behavior.
"Ah, sister, what's wrong? Why do you look so awful?" Ye Lu's face was full of surprised and innocent expressions, "Are you unhappy, not wanting to reconcile with me?"
After speaking, she clasped Yiren's hands nervously; Yiren's face almost grotesquely twisted. Enduring the pain, she withdrew her hands, barely managing a forced smile: "Why would that be? I'm just too happy."
"That's good to hear." Ye Lu smiled sweetly.
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