Domestic Violence

Thinking of her omnipotent comrades, Ye Jian gritted her teeth and changed her pants.

The sequela of standing for five and a half hours emerged. No, it was just that she was stunned by the nightmare earlier and did not notice any symptoms after standing for five hours.

At this moment, Ye Jian felt as if there was a steel plate tied to her back. It was especially difficult for her to bend down. The moment she bent down, she seemed to hear the sound of bones grinding.

She let out a shallow gasp. Before Xia Jinyuan could realize it and turn his head, Ye Jian forcefully stopped herself.

"Are you feeling unwell? Try not to let your joints bend too much. Straighten them a little." Even though she was just taking a deep breath, Xia Jinyuan could hear it clearly.

He was constantly paying attention to the movements of the person behind him. Although he could not look her in the eye, he had been listening carefully.