Begging for Mercy

Su Li spoke softly, and Li Yanhao's heart immediately softened, but on the surface, he maintained a stern look and said, "Sigh, I don't even care about my reputation anymore. I'm just trying to do a good deed, and you, Ali, misunderstand me like this. It really hurts my heart."

Li Yanhao spoke while dramatically rubbing his chest.

Su Li smiled and said, "Then what should I do? Should I call the doctor to take a look at you?"

Li Yanhao put on a pitiful expression and licked his lips, saying, "No need to find a doctor. This is a heartache that only heart medicine can cure. Ali, if you come and rub it for me yourself, I won't feel the pain anymore."

Li Yanhao said this while covering his chest, looking pitiful.

Su Li was instantly amused and exasperated at the same time.

Suddenly, a small, fair hand slammed onto Li Yanhao's chest with a thud, causing him to cry out in pain.

Lingdang, like a smiling tiger, grinned fiercely, baring her teeth as she leaned in: "Young Master, your chest hurts? I know massage! Let me rub it for you!"

Saying that, Lingdang grasped the flesh on Li Yanhao's chest with her palm and skillfully massaged it.

Li Yanhao's face twisted in pain instantly, trying to push Lingdang away, but a highly skilled female secret guard like Lingdang was not so easy to push off.

Lingdang's hands didn't stop, massaging several more times. Li Yanhao felt like the skin on his chest was about to be rubbed off, gasping cold air, begging loudly, "Little Lingdang, please let go, stop rubbing! My skin is going to come off!"

Nearby, Su Li and Bai Lu were dumbfounded, staring at Li Yanhao's pitiful expression, both bursting out laughing and clutching their stomachs, unable to stand straight from laughing so hard.

Lingdang chuckled mischievously as she continued massaging, "Young Master, does your chest still hurt now?"

Li Yanhao gritted his teeth and said, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore, really!"

Lingdang asked again, "Then do you still need my master to massage your chest?"

Li Yanhao quickly admitted defeat, "No, no! Please let me go!"

Lingdang snorted and abruptly released Li Yanhao.

Li Yanhao held his chest, his face flushed bright red, looking like a boiled lobster.

Lingdang clapped her hands and cheerfully said to Su Li, "Master, the Young Master just had a bit of heart palpitations, but I’ve cured him!"

After saying that, Lingdang quickly flicked Li Yanhao’s forehead and said, "Isn’t that right, Young Master? Say something!"

Under Lingdang’s intimidating glare, Li Yanhao dared not say no, hurriedly nodding with a sour face: "Yes, yes, I’m fine now, completely fine! Not hurting at all!"

Su Li burst out laughing, "Hahaha, good to hear you’re fine, good to hear! Bai Lu, help me out, I need to laugh for a while!"

Su Li and Bai Lu, master and servant, laughed together, supporting each other as they left the room.

Inside the room, Li Yanhao held his chest with one hand, glaring fiercely at Lingdang, only to be met with an even fiercer glare in return.

The Young Master immediately backed down, his fierce eyes turning into a look of grievance: "Lingdang, you really rubbed my skin off."

"Huh? No way," Lingdang was momentarily stunned.

"Really, the skin is broken," Li Yanhao said with a helpless, exhausted look.

Lingdang scratched her head and said, "Well, I didn’t know you were such a weakling, so delicate-skinned and tender, even easier to get hurt than a woman."

"Nonsense, I’m not a weakling!" Li Yanhao's face immediately flushed red.

Lingdang was too lazy to listen to his argument, pulling out a medicine bottle from her bosom: "Alright, alright, enough with the weakling talk. I’ll apply medicine for you. Show me where you’re hurt, pull open your clothes so I can take a look."

Saying that, Lingdang casually tore open Li Yanhao’s shirt collar.