C177 Can't Sit Still and Wait for Death

After a long while, Sheng Yeting detoxified the place where she was red and swollen. Only after applying a thin layer of powder did he properly put down Xia Xingcheng's ankle.

While carefully wiping his fingers with alcohol, Sheng Yeting did not forget to warn Xia Xingcheng, "Next time, let's see if you still dare to be so rash."

Xia Xingcheng's cheeks were still burning hot