Seeing she was relaxed and confident, Mo Jingshen held her waist and tugged her into his embrace. His low voice carried a hint of warning. "In the future, no matter what happens, you're not allowed to run up to cover me. Remember it well, do you hear me?"
Ji Nuan smiled. In that sort of situation, even if it were not a cup but a knife, her instincts would have been to rush out, nonetheless.
Mo Jingshen brought her back to their room and had a helper bring an ointment over. He directed her to sit down and leaned over to help her rub that fist-sized bruise on her leg.
Ji Nuan stared at him and asked, "Did you live in Los Angeles for a long period?"
Mo Jingshen's hand paused for but a blink of an eye before he continued pouring out more yellow-colored ointment to massage her leg.
"When I was studying in America, I lived in Los Angeles for around two to three years." Ji Nuan stared at him. "Have we met before?"
