Watching Xiao Ye's darkened expression, Liu Ya burst into laughter, like a delicate and stunning face blooming with a vibrant flower.
"Hmph, that's for making me angry, I'm going to punish you by having you massage me every day this week!"
Xiao Ye's face turned even darker, as he protested: "Can we make it half that? Seven times a week is too exhausting."
Daily massages would tire out even an ox.
Liu Ya firmly disagreed, "No way, you must be given a severe punishment so you won't go around helping the poor again."
Xiao Ye, on the verge of tears, had no choice but to obediently comply.
During the preparation phase, Xiao Ye donned gloves, put on a fireproof suit that wrapped around his entire body, and wore a mask and hat, covering himself up tightly.
Liu Ya was speechless: "Why are you dressed so thickly?"
Xiao Ye, still traumatized, said: "To prevent myself from getting pickled in flavor."
Liu Ya: ...
