"Don't say anything else; it's not easy for me to come here, to see you, and to get hurt. Do you have the heart to let me leave like this?"
"How is your injury?"
"Ah! It hurts so much! I can't even move my arm!" Hancheng suddenly cried out in pain.
Xia Pengpeng: ...
The man who got shot and was fine, is he making this much fuss over a minor injury?
"Let me see." She grabbed Hancheng's arm and yanked it hard.
Hancheng immediately furrowed his brows, not angry but instead he started to laugh.
Xia Pengpeng had deliberately yanked him hard, seeing the smirking smile on his face, she couldn't help but sigh in resignation.
"Pengpeng, it really hurts terribly! I need you to rub it for it to get better."
"You should go see a doctor right away."
"Just rub it for a bit," Hancheng said, bending forward and lifting his injured shoulder a little, like a small dog waiting to be comforted.
Xia Pengpeng could never resist Hancheng's coquettishness.
