At the door, Mu Yeli was holding a suitcase, looking like he was about to hit his arm…
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Ye Ning quickly ran over, grabbed the suitcase, and pushed it aside.
Mu Yeli looked at Ye Ning, the deepness in his eyes finally filled with laughter.
He looked at her, "See, if it's really broken, you can't bear it, so you have to pretend."
Ye Ning looked at him speechlessly.
At this moment, she really wanted to just smack him.
Mu Yeli cupped her face, "Really."
Ye Ning looked at him like this and couldn't say anything, just burst into laughter, "How can you be so silly."
Mu Yeli said, "Because all my heart is devoted to you, maybe that's why I'm silly."
Ye Ning's heart warmed again, "Sweet talk."
She looked down at his arm, noticing the noticeable bruises.
Ye Ning went up and pressed it.
Mu Yeli hissed, "Don't, if it's really broken, how can I hold you at the wedding, and afterward... how can I serve you."
