Thinking of this, Qin Xue turned her face away and refused to look at him.
Seeing that Qin Xue was ignoring him, a sly grin flashed through Chu Molin's eyes.
"Ouch, my wound hurts. I think I accidentally tore the wound just now."
Upon hearing this, Qin Xue became anxious and immediately pulled back the thin quilt to check the bandage on his chest.
Chu Molin grabbed her small hand on his chest and held it in his palm, feeling satisfied as he breathed a sigh of relief.
So his little wife cared about him so much. How wonderful.
"What are you doing? Let go of my hand, I need to check your wound." Qin Xue tried to pull her hand away.
But Chu Molin was holding on too tightly, and she was afraid of using too much force and aggravating his injury.
"Xue'er, do you know? At the moment I fell, the people I couldn't bear to leave the most were you and our child." Chu Molin took Qin Xue's hand and gently kissed it.
