To alleviate his pain, Xia Wan'an gently blew onto Han Jingnian's palm several times, "Does it still hurt?"
Her voice was both light and soft, like a marshmallow-like sweetness which softened Han Jingnian's expression considerably.
However, thinking about the room full of dresses, his intended response to Xia Wan'an suddenly stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless.
After Band-Aiding Han Jingnian, Xia Wan'an, still wearing her dress, finally spoke when the bleeding stopped, "I will go to remove my makeup and change this dress…"
Not mentioning the dress was fine, but the moment it came up Han Jingnian's gaze on the row of dresses instantly turned even sharper.
Xia Wan'an, unaware of Han Jingnian's change in expression, left and ran into their bedroom after finishing speaking.
As the bedroom door closed, Han Jingnian stared at those dresses, his gaze growing colder and wilder, his facial expression so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.
