"No wonder!" Han Yue realized with a start, patting his thigh heavily. With Jian Qing's caution, there's no way she wouldn't know she was being tracked.
However, in his excitement, he slapped the wrong thigh.
"Hiss--"
Next to him, Quan Mingxuan's handsome face looked grim, filled with a frightening smile.
"Han Yue, who the hell's leg do you think you're slapping?"
Han Yue, hearing his words, looked at him with an innocent face, coughed a few times, "That, um... My hand slipped, purely accidental!"
Hand slipped, so he slapped his leg, why didn't his hand slip and slap his own face?
Quan Mingxuan was livid, gritted his teeth, "Should I chop off that claw so it won't slip again in the future?"
Han Yue quickly hid his hands behind his back, with a flattering smile, "No, Axuan, I swear, I was just excited, didn't expect to slap your leg."
Taking a deep breath, Quan Mingxuan suppressed his murderous intent, "I'll deal with you later."
