Wen Yanqing was puzzled, but when it concerned Young Master Mu, he dared not be careless.
Xia Pengpeng put down her phone and walked towards Mu Xingye.
Mu Xingye turned back and smiled at her, "Young Madam Mu's imposing manner is coming out."
"You're still in the mood to joke!" Xia Pengpeng walked up to him and slowly crouched down.
"What are you doing?" As Mu Xingye observed her posture, certain images sprang to mind...
"I want to see how bad your injury is."
Xia Pengpeng saw a spot about the size of a fingernail where his clothes were bloodstained. Thankfully, thankfully...
"Does it hurt?"
"It's fine, it's a lot better now."
"I'll blow on it for you."
"No!" Mu Xingye immediately helped her up, "You're going to be the death of me."
"When I was little, if I hurt myself from a fall, my mom would gently blow on it, and the pain would stop."
Oh! That kind of blowing!
"What are you thinking about!?"
"I'm saving that for later."
