"Leader, leader--"
Hearing her voice, Yao Ye turned around, noticing her hand pulling back, he realized he had grabbed too hard, and quickly released her hand.
Shen Jiayin withdrew her hand and touched it.
Seeing her action, Yao Ye's brow furrowed slightly: "Does it hurt?"
Afright that he really hurt her, he felt even more pain than she did. Without waiting for her to respond, he grabbed the hand she was touching.
"No, no." She wanted to pull it back, but it was too late.
Pulling up her sleeve for a look, it turned out that it was the hand that had been injured before. Seeing the wound that had finally healed, although it wasn't time to remove the stitches, it was clearly infected due to the intense training in the past few days.
The wound was red and swollen, the pus inside visible, showing it's not a recent issue. He raised his other hand and firmly smacked her forehead: "Shen Jiayin, doesn't it hurt you to death?!"
