"Talking as if you're not foolish yourself," Shen Chi said indifferently.
"..." Xu Chaomu, covered in metaphorical black lines on his head, was at a loss for words.
"Does it still hurt?" Shen Chi's large hand gently caressed her forehead, careful not to use too much force, yet very attentive.
Xu Chaomu indicated that it actually stopped hurting a long time ago, but it was rare to be able to fool Shen Chi.
At this moment, Shen Chi was much gentler, the harshness in his gaze completely faded, replaced with care and concern.
After touching her a few times, Shen Chi found out the girl was pretending.
He helplessly curved his lips into a slight smile, but continued to stroke her forehead and hair.
"Fourth Brother, I suddenly realized you're quite nice to me," Xu Chaomu said with a smile.
Alright, she was just that forgetful; a little kindness from Shen Chi and she would immediately forget all the unpleasantness.
