Even a small wound was a big deal in his eyes.
"It's just a small injury, there's no need to go." Gu Chuyan said.
His large palm landed on her head, stroking her and said in a doting manner, "Wen Shui is not here, we must go to the hospital today. Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."
She looked up, her apricot eyes meeting his black ones! Her heart was jolted, as if something was slowly permeating the depths of her heart, his large palm still on her head.
"Ok." Gu Chuyan listened and did not refuse anymore.
Xiao Mohan stood up, opened the wardrobe, took out a coat and draped it over her, and lifted her up in his arms, walking swiftly towards the door.
Gu Chuyan was enveloped in his embrace, her small hand lightly tugging at his lapel, looking up at him, his face was defined, his thin lips sexy and tightly pursed, his expression very serious.
"Xiao Mohan." She called his name softly.
