Feng Jiu was very hurt

"Hehe, indeed, it's me!"

She grinned sheepishly. When she saw Ye Jing's defensive posture as if guarding herself against wolves, she could only scratch her head in puzzlement. "What a coincidence!" she smiled, looking embarrassed. "You are hurt. Let me help dress your wound!"

"You, I forbid you to come here!" Her face turned pale. When she staggered backwards, her ankles twisted and she stumbled to the ground.

"Ah!" She exhaled shallow breath, took a mouthful of cold air, and covered her ankle with one hand. The intense pain had her in cold sweats.

Feng Jiu shook his head when he saw her in this condition. "Look, aren't you wounded? What am I going to do to you? What are you nervous about?" She went over and squatted in front of Ye Jing who was still in her defensive posture with a look of panic in her eyes. When Feng Jiu stretched out her hand to slightly raise the hem of her skirt, Ye Jing recoiled violently.

"You, what do you want to do!"