Ye Jiu gave Sikong Mo a reproachful look. Sikong Mo received her gaze and immediately played the victim, fearing she might blame him. "He even slapped me. With his fierce strength at that time, if I hadn't blocked his pressure point, it would have ended in mutual destruction."
Upon hearing Sikong Mo's words, Ye Jiu immediately tugged at his clothes. "Then what about you, did he injure you?"
Sikong Mo was deeply warmed by her anxious expression. He reached out his large hand and grasped her small hand that was tugging at his collar. "Don't worry, I'm not hurt."
Although he almost spat blood when he was first hit, he suppressed it later and adjusted his breathing. By now, he had returned to normal.
Ye Jiu ruthlessly withdrew her hand. "Since you're fine, you should leave quickly. My father is still standing outside, and he'll freeze if you take much longer!"
