"Ha ha..."
Lan Xiao gave Wen Muchu a sweet smile, and there seemed to be little hearts in her eyes.
She was acting like a total love fool.
Wen Muchu brought his fist up to his thin lips and let out a low cough.
"What's wrong? How is your wound? Did you go to the hospital and get it bandaged?" Lan Xiao asked worriedly. As soon as she saw the pale look on his face, she could tell that something was wrong.
"I'm fine..." Wen Muchu replied in a hoarse voice.
Lan Xiao rolled her eyes helplessly. The man in front of her was the silent type. His actions often spoke louder than his words.
Right now, his face was as white as a ghost, making him look sickly.
Biting her lips, Lan Xiao reached out her hand and grabbed his arm. "Stop..."
Hearing that, Wen Muchu stopped and looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Instead of answering him, Lan Xiao stood on her tiptoes and reached out her hand to touch his forehead.
