Irish carefully disinfected Joseph's face with a nervous look.
"Well, would you like to wrap me in a bandage or something?" Taking advantage of the gap in which she had been busy around him, Joseph smiled and reached over her to make her sit in his arms.
In his arms, Irish gently held his face to the left and looked to the right, saying painfully, "I am worried about your face."
In fact, she was quite guilty. If Joseph didn't block before her, Ruby's slap would definitely hit on her own face, but to tell the truth, Irish would rather be slapped herself than Joseph. In public, he was a man who looked like a celebrity, more importantly, what if such a handsome face was destroyed?
Joseph raised his eyebrows, "It looks like you're just worried about my disfigurement."
"You look good on this face, I'm sure worried." Irish carefully looked at him. The slap print was gone, with only a scratch left.
