"Zhao Zhan."
Yue Jiaojiao had woken up earlier today and was counting Zhao Zhan's eyelashes seriously. In the end, she slipped when she got closer.
Zhao Zhan instinctively treated himself as a human cushion.
As their bodies came into contact, Yue Jiaojiao felt a sharp pain from the blow. Before she could even open her mouth, she saw Zhao Zhan's pained expression.
After all, she was attuned to other people's emotions, so she was very clear about which part of Zhao Zhan's body she had touched that made him so uncomfortable. Yue Jiaojiao couldn't help but worry. "Did I hurt you? Do you need to see a doctor?"
Zhao Zhan grunted and stubbornly said, "I'm fine. I don't need to see a doctor."
