"Let me see."
Feng Yi's hand that was stroking his chin immediately brushed her away and checked her forehead.
"Is it red? It hurts to be hit by you."
Mo An looked up at Feng Yi, especially like a pitiful little pug that had been wronged and was begging for attention.
She felt as if her forehead was about to shatter from the impact just now.
"Red what red?"
Feng Yi stared at her forehead again and again. There wasn't a single red mark on it. He used his finger to add a chestnut on her forehead.
"Ah!" Mo An immediately covered his forehead in pain and slapped him with his other hand." Brother Yi! It really hurt! You're too bad!"
"Big bad guy! I'm ignoring you!" Mo An was about to leave after the fight.
Seeing this, Feng Yi hurriedly reached out his hand to pull her back.
"Alright, alright. I'll massage you, alright?"
He brushed the hand on her forehead away again and rubbed it gently.
