"My sister can definitely heal my wounds!" Ye Chen sat down in front of Yan with a resentful look, his face appearing quite intoxicated.
"Have you been drinking?" Yan was taken aback and quickly said, "I'll make you a cup of sobering tea!"
"No!" Ye Chen immediately held Yan's hand and said, "I don't want to sober up. Let the alcohol give me courage to tell you that I just got jealous. I'm a man; I care a lot about my woman, you understand?"
Pfft...
Yan looked at Ye Chen, who was drunk with dazed eyes, and couldn't help but laugh. She bit her lips lightly and said, "Is this your wound?"
"No, this is just the premise for getting hurt!" Ye Chen shook his head and said, "My wound is psychological; you can't see it or feel it. It only acts up during the long and quiet nights."
"Then it's a heartache, a heartache that needs a remedy for the heart!" Yan displayed a tender smile.
