"You don't have to worry too much; the Alchemist Guild's young chief is treating him personally. He will recover in no time."
Di Mo Xuan stood behind Ye Qing Luo and held onto her fist and smiled faintly.
Ye Qing Luo pursed her lips together with said coldly: "I just thought that I should have chopped off her limbs and stuffed them in a jar!"
"I will do it for you." Di Mo Xuan lowered his head and leaned onto her shoulders.
He clasped his five fingers and intertwined with hers firmly.
Her petite body was brought close to his broad chest into a warm embrace.
Ye Qing Luo was not used to such actions, her cheeks blushed with discomfort, and her breathing became rapid.
She struggled, but Di Mo Xuan held on steadfast like a rock.
The irresistible smile on his attractive face had a hint of intentional teasing in them.
"This…. this is…"
The look on Mu Zi Fei was a bit strange.