Chapter 47 You can't

Yan Luoxi was thrown onto the back seat, and she staggered dizzily to her feet, only to see that she had dirtied the seat, which immediately made her behave.

She looked up at the man who had gotten into the car and said with a guilty conscience, "I didn't mean to dirty your car. You're the one who threw me in here, so don't ask me to pay for it."

Li Yeqi looked at her pitiful little face and pulled out a wet wipe, gently cleaning the dirt off her face to reveal a red and swollen one.

"Can't you dodge?"

Enchanted by his suddenly gentle gesture, Yan Luoxi stammered, "Dodge what?"

"Rotten eggs, tomatoes, and durians, weren't you bouncing around just fine in front of me?" Li Yeqi's eyes and brows carried a cold fierceness as he looked at the wound on her forehead oozing beads of blood.

An artist's most treasured possession is their face, which must not bear any scars.