"Ugh, Ah Lin, don't be angry," An Yiqing stretched out her hand to embrace Gu Yelin's muscular narrow waist, tiptoed and planted a firm kiss on his face, "Getting angry at that kind of person isn't worth it, just smile."
Feeling An Yiqing's mischievous hand on his face, the anger in Gu Yelin's heart gradually subsided, but Guh Siyi, the woman, had been thoroughly listed in his death note, never to rise again.
"What do you plan to do?" After kissing An Yiqing's small hand, Gu Yelin asked in a low voice.
"Um, do nothing. There is something wrong with Guh Siyi. I remember very clearly injuring her some time ago, but I just took a closer look, and there isn't a single scar on her body. According to the normal rate of bodily recovery, even with the Sacred Healing Medicine, it's impossible for her to recover in just a few days without even a scar."