By the time Ye Wanwan regained her wits, she was back at the door again. She dumbfoundedly stared at the door in front of her and her legs. "D*mn! Legs, what are you doing?! Why did you come back here yourself?! Can't you have a little more pride?!"
"Seriously! You're killing me…"
/Bang!/ The door was slammed open, and the man's eyes shot up, stunned. Ye Wanwan angrily and murderously stomped back inside. "D*mn it, what kind of spell did you cast on me?!"
Then she aggressively reached out and placed her hands on the man's temples and started massaging them.
The girl wore a fiendish expression on her face and her voice had an extremely brutish tone, but her hands massaging him were peculiarly gentle.
Desolation and defeat still lingered on the man's face as he dazedly stared at the girl who left and came back. The warmth and gentleness on his forehead slowly, slowly absorbed the pain and chill drowning him.
