"Ye Wuge, are you doing this on purpose? If you're not drunk, get out immediately, or I'll throw you out right now."
Jiayin shouted angrily, raising her hand and pushing him forcefully, intent on shoving him away.
Although Ye Wuge wasn't skilled in martial arts, he was still a grown man, with his weight and strength evident.
Jiayin was worried about his injuries at that moment, afraid that if she struck too hard, she might unintentionally worsen his wounds, so she didn't dare to truly retaliate.
Yet Ye Wuge just continued to act shamelessly. Jiayin could only glare at him, completely helpless for the time being.
"He's only responding to you right now." Ye Wuge watched her and spoke.
"What does that have to do with me?" Jiayin retorted indignantly.
"It doesn't matter what happened between you and that woman, or who you're responding to. From now on, it has nothing to do with me. Go find whoever you want."
