Once they got home, An Ziqi helped him onto the sofa. She quickly fetched a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet, and then reached to unbutton his shirt.
In the bright light, his face looked even paler.
Xiao Moli, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. He grabbed her waist, lifted her onto his lap so she was facing him, smirked, and taunted, "Are you really that eager to strip me down?"
They were finally home, and his heart relaxed. He couldn't resist teasing her.
An Ziqi blushed, as if she were a flustered child in his arms.
She gritted her teeth and retorted, "Maybe you're not hurt enough."
Xiao Moli leaned in and whispered in her ear, "As long as it's not THAT part, I'm fine."
An Ziqi was so annoyed she almost let go of him. How could he still be joking at a time like this?
She pushed him away, preparing to stand up.
But Xiao Moli cringed in pain and a grimace settled on his face.
Normally, even when injured, he never showed pain.
