Mo Yesi felt her change and laughed. "You're so afraid of me? I said I wouldn't touch you, so I won't. Even if I tired you before, I already let you rest long enough. Your body is so delicate, hasn't it recovered?"
The petite woman in his arms shifted her body like a worm and turned to face him. "Yes, I'm delicate, but I haven't recovered! I've said it before, don't even think about it before your hand recovers."
Mo Yesi raised an eyebrow. "Baby, I remember telling you that my hand has recovered. Even Lu Rao said that my hand can be used normally. It's fine if you don't believe me, but you don't believe Lu Rao?"
As Mo Yesi spoke, he showed that his hand had already scabbed and had a new layer of skin. "If you still don't believe me, how about checking it?"
