Upon hearing that, Peggy Lewis began to worry a bit.
If she had really given him a bruise on his chin, it would have been incredibly humiliating for her.
At this moment, Peggy wished she could disappear into thin air.
However, Lyke Zhekova asked, "Could you help me undo my shirt so I can check?"
"What?" Peggy Lewis was taken aback.
Lyke Zhekova gave her an innocent and shy smile.
Peggy was curious as to how he could manage such a bashful and innocent smile with his usually stern and serious expression.
Peggy really wanted to learn this skill from him.
"I want to see if there's a bruise," Lyke genuinely hoped there would be one.
Even if it was the size of a green pea, that would be okay.
That way, Peggy could apply some bruise ointment for him.
After all, he was the one who caused the damage.
How could she refuse?
"Okay." Peggy agreed, though reluctantly.
However, her hands began to tremble uncontrollably as they neared his chest.
She was incredibly nervous.
