Hearing Fan Qingyin say they were now even, Ye Haochuan suddenly snapped to his senses. Damn, so this was the girl's angle in offering her help!
"Alright, alright, Miss Fan, we're even now; no debts between us, happy?" Ye Haochuan reluctantly went along with her,"You've suffered a serious internal injury. Don't get agitated. Let me help you by performing a palace massage to stimulate your blood flow; you'll feel better in no time."
Just as his hand was about to touch her body, Fan Qingyin suddenly became indignant, scolding, "Who asked you to do a palace massage? You're clearly trying to... take advantage of me, get... your dirty hands... off me!"
As she spoke, it was clear she was straining to get the words out. Her chest heaved with effort, almost making Ye Haochuan lose his composure. He chuckled, "That's true, my hands have been stained with blood. Here, I'll wash them first, and then they won't be dirty."