As she spoke, she deliberately moved a little, accidentally pulling on her wound, wincing in pain. Her eyes welled up with tears, yet she stubbornly glared at him.
Xiao Chen was amused by her stubborn look and couldn't help but chuckle, "What's so pretty about you? Where's your good figure? You have no femininity at all."
"How do I not have femininity?" Lan Yue widened her eyes, suddenly thought of something, and looked down at her own body.
Her arms and neck were already withered, could it be that those places have also become dried out?
She hurriedly pushed Xiao Chen away, biting her lip as she said, "No peeking."
Then she turned to the other side and used her good hand to secretly feel.
Xiao Chen was never an obedient and honest person, so he sneaked a look.
Seeing her actions, he instantly realized what she was thinking and couldn't help but laugh.
