In the luxury car.
Xuan Ying looked at Xia Ling, who was beside him on the passenger's seat. "Are you okay?"
Seemingly unconsciously, Xia Ling rubbed at the stinging pain on her neck. Zhuzi had wanted to scratch her face just now with those long fingernails, but she managed to dodge, ending up with an injury on her neck instead.
She covered her neck with her hand. "I'm fine…"
Xuan Ying leaned over, pulling her hand away. "Little liar"
Little liar?
He sounded somewhat helpless, yet it was a little doting at the same time. Xia Ling's face flushed red.
After taking out a small medical kit, Xuan Ying said in a no-nonsense manner, "Take your coat off, I'll help you dress your wound."
Seeing that he wouldn't take no for an answer, Xia Ling took off her pink coat, she wore a pink lace-knit sweater inside.
