"Bring It On!" 

Lai Jiayi thought hard as she subconsciously prickled her dry lips, tearing off the dead cell.

'Our method now is the safest, but I don't know what to say anymore, ah!'

Lai Jiayi kept playing with her lips, not noticing that Zhao Yang looked at her with a deep frown.

"You." Zhao Yang suddenly stretched his right arm and grabbed the girl's wrist.

?!

Lai Jiayi almost jerked off like a frightened rabbit. "Y-yes??" The girl shook Zhao Yang's hand on her wrist, and the guy just casually pulled the girl's hand away from her lips.

"Don't play with your lips like that. What if it bleeds?" Zhao Yang shook his head and sighed. He looked disappointed in Lai Jiayi since the girl didn't know basic health.

Lai Jiayi was stunned. The girl subconsciously touched her dry lips, and her face turned red.

'I don't need you to tell me!!'

The girl was cursing in her heart, but outside, she nodded obediently. "Y-yes, boss, t-thank you."