The long sword in Jian Yi's hand exuded bursts of cold aura.

Feng Jiuer was almost frightened to death by him and hurriedly put her feet back under the quilt.

But her ankle was still swollen, and when she moved it, the pain immediately made her break out in cold sweat, and she almost burst into tears.

Jianyi decided not to wait any longer, grabbed her calf and pulled her leg out.

"I'm kidding! Don't chop my feet!"

Whether it's her hands or feet, they are all important parts of her body, and none of them can be cut off! "I'm really joking, not to mention, there's no doctor now, right?"

Don't cut me!"

She was really about to cry. Why couldn't this man make any jokes?

He actually pulled out the long sword and wanted to kill someone?

"Are you really just joking?"

Jianyi stared at her, but he didn't mean to joke at all.

Feng Jiu'er didn't dare to make a mistake, and nodded hastily: "I'm just joking. It's really just a joke. Don't chop my feet."

Jian Yi sighed silently, put the long sword on the table, and supported her feet to get it off the bed.

He applied the ointment on her ankle and gently massaged it.

He was often injured in the past, but this minor injury was nothing to him and he would be healed after a few days of massage.

Feng Jiuer's eyes couldn't help but fall on the long sword not far away, and she was still a little chilled by the cold light of the long sword.

Seeing her trembling look, she probably wouldn't be naughty anymore. Jian Yi sighed softly and whispered: "I was just joking, why are you panicking?"

"You..." This guy, was he just trying to scare her?

It's too much! The acting was so realistic, she really believed it just now. He drew the sword to chop off her feet! He said that he was an upright gentleman, he was just an actor! "Just think of it as revenge for you teasing me twice, we

It’s even, okay?”

Jian Yi had no intention of getting angry with her or threatening her, he just wanted her to stop tormenting her.

Even with her foot injured like this, if she still makes a fuss, it won't be him who will be tortured, but herself.

Feng Jiuer also knew that it would not do her any good if she made a fuss.

She was just unwilling to do so, so why should she cut off her hand?

Although she hasn't taken action yet, she has been worried about this matter. Will her life be easy?

Looking at him again, he was still concentrating on massaging her ankle.

I don't know whether it was because of the technique or because the force was not strong, but I didn't feel much pain at all.

But looking at his hand holding her ankle, her bad thoughts started to stir up again: "Do you and I have a skin-to-skin relationship now?"

Jian Yi was stunned for a moment, looking down at the little feet held by his big hands. What he was thinking about was not about skin-to-skin contact, but why her feet were so small?

If you measure it carefully, it's not as big as his hand.

Holding it in your hand, it is soft, slippery, and feels so good.

Is this the softness of women?

He had never touched other girls' feet, so he had no way of comparing them. He only knew that Feng Jiuer's feet were white, tender and really beautiful.

Finally, he nodded, somewhat seriously: "Forget it."

"Then you still dare to touch me?"

She snorted coldly and looked at him sideways.

Jian Yi could no longer respond to this question. Regardless of whether it was true or not, it had already been touched.

He continued to lower his head and carefully rub her feet. After a moment, he said: "It will hurt."

Feng Jiuer tilted her head: "What... wow! It hurts! Be gentle, be gentle! Ah! Be gentle..." It didn't hurt at all just now, but suddenly it became like this! Yes, this is after spraining the ankle.
Chapter completed!