Xiang Chen scoffed. He then half-knelt beside Xiang Yi's feet, lifted the hem of her trousers, and placed an ice bag on it.
Xiang Yi's eyes widened, not because of Xiang Chen's sneer but because of his actions...
'Is he...taking care of me!?'
She tried to retract her feet uneasily and Xiang Chen glared at her with a threatening gaze. "Don't move, behave yourself."
Xiang Yi didn't dare to move anymore and she remained seated obediently on the sofa.
Xiang Qi was still racking his brains to explain his creativity. "Xiang Chen, look, this one's a siblings' outfit..."
Xiang Chen remained cynical and indifferent.
'Go on, keep trying to fool me.'
'Watch how I'll deal with you.'
'Don't think I don't know that Xiang Yi is your muse and the source of your inspiration.'