"Sigh." Su Jia sighed softly, "Looks like this time he really went hard on you. I'm just confused, doesn't it hurt him to beat you like this?"
"It hurts him, my ass." Lu Yanhe mocked, "He's too annoyed with me, would love nothing more than to not see me, not beating me to death is already good enough, how could he possibly be hurt?"
Su Jia laughed quietly at his childish yet disgruntled words.
She didn't control her strength well for a moment, and her hand came down a bit too heavily.
"Take it easy!" Lu Yanhe groaned in pain, "He didn't kill me, but you seem like you want to, don't you?"
"A grown man, why so fussy?"
Although Su Jia didn't take his words to heart, she still eased her touch considerably, afraid of hurting him again.
She applied ointment on him while gently massaging the uninjured areas.
