Qiao Qing, "… I guess you are not at all in pain."
"Are you going to give it to me or not?"
Qiao Qing, "…"
"If you don't give it to me, I am going to have to fight for it."
"You…"
The moment Qiao Qing parted her lips, the lollipop in her mouth was stolen away.
Looking at the handsome face that was merely inches away from her, she violently stepped back.
Jun Yexuan enjoyed the lollipop he fought for and smiled casually, "How sweet."
It wasn't certain if he was talking about the candy or the person.
No matter how collected Qiao Qing was, her face turned suspiciously red, "Does your wound need more tending or not?"
Jun Yexuan's lips curled evilly and he smiled like a cat who had stolen a piece of fish. "I need tending."
Then, he laid back lazily into the bed. He looked like a handsome prince who was waiting to be taken care of.
