"LET GO!" Ye Ling's voice was cold.
Shen Qianshu let go obediently. She was not thinking about her wound and did not realize how painful it was. Now that she had all her attention on the wound, she felt that it was really painful and unbearable.
Shen Qianshu's skin turned a little pink, and her pale legs also looked pink. Shen Qianshu slapped herself lightly and rubbed her face as if she was trying to rub goosebumps away.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ling looked up and stared at her with a confused look on his face as she did the series of strange actions.
"Cold. Rubbing myself so my skin would be warmer." Shen Qianshu's pretty eyes were full of sincerity.
Ye Ling could feel that the skin beneath his fingertips was really cold. He placed his palm on her ankle and could also feel coldness. No matter how he touched her ankle, it would not turn warm. He was silent for a moment, and then he began rubbing lightly on her ankle.