At this moment, Jin Nian had forgotten that she was still in a cold war with Lu An. She grabbed his wrist and carefully examined the wound. She gently blew on it and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Lu An didn't dodge. When Jin Nian blew on him, he deliberately sucked in a breath, pretending to be in pain.
The wound on his hand was an accident. He had accidentally cut himself when he was beating the hooligans up just now. The wound was not deep, so he did not care at all. Only a girl like Jin Nian would be afraid.
Lu An had gotten injured many times when he was playing basketball, but he was afraid that Jin Nian would worry, so he didn't tell her. This time, he deliberately let her see this injury.
He lowered his head and carefully observed Jin Nian's reaction. Seeing her face full of self-blame and worry, his restless heart kept beating fast.
