All the mistakes were his; she was blameless, completely without fault.
It was because his skin was so thick that she couldn't pierce it accurately.
It was because his voice was too loud, and that's why she was scared.
Yep, that's how it was.
Lu Hualiang was so frustrated he could die, but what could he do, unable to hit or curse.
When he said that, Xia Weibao couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Feeling bashful, "It's not that thick, not as thick as your face."
Lu Hualiang, "..."
He leaned against the headboard, somewhat powerless, no longer having the energy to speak.
The high fever of forty degrees wasn't faked, and after being tormented by her, even an iron-clad body couldn't stand it.
The most important thing was the anger.
And the anger couldn't even be vented out.
He pinched the needle and flicked it, blood gushing out like a spring.
Xia Weibao watched, filled with guilt, and quickly wrapped it with a gauze bandage.
