How many more times can you get lucky

The strength that Ye Qing Qian held onto her wrist was really strong and it had taken her a lot of effort to squeeze the wrapped mud from her sleeve onto Ye Qing Qian's hands.

This struggle had probably caused the bandaged wound on her arm to open again.

That whip from Ye Qing Qian yesterday was indeed venomous.

Ye Qing Luo took a deep breath to endure the pain, leaving no expression on her face.

Liu Xiao Yu could sense Ye Qing Luo's body stiffening up and she felt vexed with the thought of her pale face yesterday.

She immediately released her hand.

This morning she had assumed Ye Qing Luo was recovered from her injuries based on her bursting with life behaviour.

Her heart sank with guilt and worries as she stood behind Ye Qing Luo.

Standing in line, Ye Qing Luo's brows knitted when her sight swept towards Ye Qing Qian who was standing outside the training ground.