Yao Qing finished tending to his wounds and, with a touch of mischievous humor, even tied the bandage around his hand into a bow.
She propped her cheek in one hand as she looked at him, her raven hair entwined around her arm like jade, making her skin seem dazzlingly white.
She spoke with ease and innocence, "It's nothing much, just that young master Fu scolded me a few times. Feng Ye is my friend, and he couldn't stand by, so he made a move. Of course, that last kick was mine."
"He scolded you?" Yanshen suddenly furrowed his brows, "How did he scold you?"
It wasn't impossible for Fu Moyi to curse at Yao Qing... He already disliked her because of previous events, and perhaps even more so due to Tang Yi's affair, detesting Yao Qing to the absolute extreme.
Yao Qing's other hand became free and she rested it on the other side of her face.
She looked up at Yanshen, holding her small palm-sized face with extreme innocence.