You Don't Want Your Hand?

She looked at Gong Cheng and asked.

Gong Cheng was shocked. Why did she have to remind him if she knew he was nauseous?

He had the urge to rush back to the tent and not come out for half a month when he remembered the Color-Painting Bird's saliva all over his face.

"You… You— Hiss!"

He pointed at An Jiuyue with trembling hands and was about to retort when a large palm slapped his hand away.

He lifted his hand and saw that the back of it was red. He looked up at Qian Jiyun, who had hit him, in dissatisfaction. He was about to flare up and question him when he met a pair of cold eyes that frightened him.

"You don't want your hand anymore?" Qian Jiyun asked coldly.

He was the younger brother on whom he had always doted. However, he suddenly did not want to dote on him anymore.