"What are you doing?"
Chu Xia was startled by Zi Xian's cry and looked at him pitifully. I'm itchy. I want to scratch it.
"No scratching!"
Zixian reached out and grabbed her little hand away domineeringly. His thick brows furrowed together in a serious manner. uncle Zhai said that you're not allowed to scratch your wound!
"But it's so itchy!"
"You're not allowed to scratch even if it itches!"
Zixian grabbed her hand and refused to let go.
Chu Xia struggled but couldn't break free. Her back was so itchy that it felt like thousands of bugs were biting her. It was so uncomfortable.
She was still young, after all, and Pearl-like tears immediately poured out of her beautiful eyes. She sobbed, full of grievances, " "I'm itchy!"
Zixian couldn't bear to see girls cry.
Even though she was an ugly woman, she was still a girl!
