Mo Beiyuan could not bear to see the little packrat like this. His heart seemed to be torn by something and ached faintly. He was probably going to fall for these two women for the rest of his life.
"Yes, I'm afraid of pain. Go ahead and blow."
Mo Beiyuan stretched out an arm and handed it to her, matching the little packrat's emotions.
The packrat tugged at his sleeve and searched up and down for a long time, but she did not see the wound. Her big black eyes were filled with confusion.
"Where's the injury? Where is the injury?"
In the little packrat's consciousness, there would be wounds when one was injured. Without wounds, she did not know where to blow.
Yun Ran explained to her directly, "Well, you can't see the wound because the flesh under the skin is injured. Sweetcake can't see it, but his arm will hurt."
