Su Yin only felt a cool sensation around her waist.
She turned her head and saw Ji Zhihan's icy gaze fixed on her lower back.
"Injured during shooting?" Ji Zhihan suddenly asked.
"Yes."
"Lie down." Ji Zhihan released her.
Su Yin lay down on the sofa next to her.
Gently.
She felt a cool, medicated plaster being applied to her lower back.
"It hurts." Su Yin couldn't help but whine a little.
It was alright when it wasn't touched, but when it was, the pain was truly hard to bear.
The force of Ji Zhihan's hand lightened a bit.
"Any other wounds?" Ji Zhihan asked her.
Was he asking her if there were other injuries?
Su Yin stood up, lifted her pant leg, revealing her swollen knee.
This area was even more exaggerated than the position of her waist just now.
Swollen and hideous.
Ji Zhihan's eyes tensed up.
A subtle bobbing appeared at his Adam's apple, his lips tightly closed, not uttering a word.
Su Yin also remained silent.
