C607 Brush

"Hiss."

The pain from her waist caused Lu Baobei to suck in a breath of cold air.

"It still hurts?"

Sikong Ting frowned, his arms wrapped tightly around Lu Baobei as he rubbed her back with his big hands.

Lu Baobei's beautiful face became miserable, as she pouted her lips and nodded her head, a little resentful