C1216 Fantasy

She glared at Han Qing angrily, as if he had offended her.

"My fault. Shall I help you rub it?" As soon as she finished speaking, Han Qing raised his hand and was slapped away by Xiaoyan. "It hurts my face. How can I rub it?"

"Who said I can't rub my face?"

"Then tell me, how are you going to rub your face?"

Just as she finished speaking, Xiaoyan's waist tightened