With such thoughts in his mind, his face took on a pitiful look. He tried to reach out and embrace Qiao Xu, but she dodged him.
"Xuxu..."
He approached her a little closer. This time, he didn't dare to force her into his arms but merely grabbed her wrist with a wronged expression, saying:
"I just want you to stay with me a little longer. I didn't mean to deceive you."
Qiao Xu ignored him, just giving him a cold, sarcastic glance.
Lu Moqing noticed that she wasn't too angry, which made him feel slightly relieved. "You can see the wound on my head is real, and you stitched it yourself. I didn't deceive you, right?"
He held her hand and brought it to his forehead. "Touch it, the wound hasn't fully healed yet."
Qiao Xu recalled stitching the shocking, blood-gushing wound on Lu Moqing back then, and her heart softened a bit.
However, she still bluntly said, "Who knows if you intentionally got hit by that club? I remember you were pretty good with your hands when you were young."
