Qin Zhiyou was slapped by her, and he, who had been supporting his body sideways with his arm, was now flat on the head of the bed. "What do you think? Miss, do you even know how hard you hit?"
Lu Weixi felt a bit regretful and self-reproachful. She also knew that Qin Zhiyou was joking, and she was initially just playing along. But somehow, she started taking things seriously: "Are you okay? If it's really bad, I'll go get a doctor."
Lu Weixi was about to go get help as she turned around, but Qin Zhiyou grabbed her wrist. She turned back, and Qin Zhiyou said in a low voice: "Don't call the doctor just yet. Help me check first, see how bad it is."
Lu Weixin nodded, helped him lift his clothes. His back was still bandaged and some ointment was applied, it didn't seem too bad: "It's okay."
"Really? I feel a bit uncomfortable around the wound, maybe you want to check it with your hand?"
Lu Weixi replied "Mm-hmm," and her fingers slid over the area she just hit: "Does it hurt here?"
