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"Scoundrel, playing the injured card," Fu Han's face turned red as she pushed He Xing's hand away. Yet, she was still concerned about his hand and didn't dare use too much force.
"Ouch!" He Xing immediately clutched his own hand and exaggeratedly cried out, "It's not an act, it really hurts, look if you don't believe me."
As he spoke, he stubbornly extended his hand towards Fu Han, his handsome face crumpling in genuine pain.
Fu Han's heart softened once more; while gently blowing on He Xing's fingers, she said with concern, "I'll drive you to the hospital to get your fingers checked."
He Xing took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Fu Han's waist. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered, "Xiaohan, you're much better than any doctor. Just help me treat this wound and that'll be enough."
This was the first time Fu Han saw He Xing act so coquettishly. Her heart melted into a mess. After instructing him to wait patiently, she hurried off to find the first aid kit.
