"Please, why are we going to the hospital with such a small wound? Just applying some ointment at your home would suffice! Sister Ying, were you thinking about something else?" Yang Ming scratched his head and smiled.
"What something else? I... I... was just worried about you!" Zhao Ying's face turned red as her concern was seen through, but the night's darkness was able to cover that and it wasn't so awkward.
However, who would have known that Yang Ming had already clearly interpreted all of Zhao Ying's expressions?! Seeing things at night is now a small matter for Yang Ming. This girl is really shy, isn't she? Yang Ming thought and kept it to himself.
