"Why are you crying?" Jing Yan kissed her forehead nervously.
He Miao seized the opportunity to grab his wrist and rolled her eyes. "I didn't cry, I was just angry at you."
She spread open his hand. This time, she did not exaggeratedly use bandages, but only took a band-aid and firmly stuck it on his wound before she was willing to let him go.
Jing Yan helplessly let her treat his wound, his heart feeling warm. When she was done, he pulled her into his arms again and coaxed her softly, "Alright, don't be angry. Next time, I'll ask Butler Li to send a few people to help us carry things, okay?"
He Miao immediately sat up straight and pushed his arms away, determined to have a good talk with him.
