After a long time, Sheng Yeting sterilized Xia Xingcheng’s swollen ankle and applied a thin layer of ornament onto it before putting it down gently. As Sheng Yeting carefully wiping his fingers with alcohol, he warned Xia Xingcheng: ” Will you dare to risk it again next time?” Xia Xingcheng’s cheeks were still feeling a little hot. After hearing this, ...