Grab a handful of “turd”

Just as Ye Qing Qian's hand was about to touch Ye Qing Luo's bandaged wound.

Ye Qing Luo's arm suddenly shrank to the back, blinking in a flustered manner: "Sister, really can't touch, I..."

This shrinking movement caused Ye Qing Qian's hand that was holding onto Ye Qing Luo's wrist to slip.

Ye Qing Qian held on tight, the sudden jerk resulted something in Ye Qing Luo's narrow sleeve to fall off and landed into Ye Qing Qian's hand.

Ye Qing Qian had wanted to grip Ye Qing Luo's wrist tightly, after Ye Qing Qian struggled off, her palms caught something soft.

Instantly her reflexes gripped it.

At the same time, a lump of yellow stuff oozed out from the handkerchief covering Ye Qing Qian's hand.

It was sticky and yellow, and even carried a weird foul smell.

This visual impact…. Looked like a lump of… warm turd.

Ye Qian Qian's face turned dark like a charcoal on the spot.