The pain shooting up from her foot caused An Ziqi to instinctively raise her foot to kick out forcefully.
But her foot was grasped tightly by Xiao Moli.
"Stupid woman, don't move."
"It hurts."
An Ziqi was waving her foot around wildly.
Xiao Moli glared at her, forcefully holding down her struggling foot.
"Idiot, if the bruise on your foot doesn't disperse, your foot will swell up even more tomorrow."
He said, reaching out to her cream-smeared ankle and started to massage it slowly.
"But it really hurts."
An Ziqi was wincing so much her tiny face scrunched up.
Seeing her pitiable appearance, Xiao Moli's tone unconsciously softened.
"Bear with it a bit, it'll get better soon."
As he had promised, in a short while, An Ziqi felt a cooling sensation on her foot, and the pain lessened.
Looking at Xiao Moli, who seemed utterly serious, his usually stern lips didn't feel so cold. From this angle, there appeared to be a hint… of warmth?
