Suddenly, a loud thunderclap boomed outside the window, startling Bei Yiyi who was deep in thought. As a result, her hand shook and most of the bottle of disinfectant alcohol spilled onto Wu Yao's hand...
Wu Yao grimaced in pain, his hand shaking forcefully, trying to shake off the alcohol on the back of his hand.
While hitting those few men, he had used too much force, opening several gashes at the joints, some quite deep. It was as if his hand were submerged in alcohol, the pain was indescribable!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Bei Yiyi grabbed a tissue and hurried to wipe his hand.
"Bei Yiyi, you're murdering your husband!"
"I said I didn't mean it, I was just startled by the thunder!" Wait a minute, did he say he's her husband?!
"So grown up and still afraid of thunder?" Wu Yao glanced askew at her.
