The man's ink-black pupils darkened slightly, his voice hoarse: "Does it still hurt?"
Gu Qianqian's head was buried so low that it was nearly touching her chest; she did not dare to look at his face, let alone utter a word of defiance…
It was just a minor injury and Lu Zhanbei had already stopped the bleeding for her, using his own way. It didn't hurt anymore, not in the slightest, but…
She just felt embarrassed.
"How could you be so careless?"
Her head still low, looking as if she didn't dare to breathe, Gu Qianqian stammered, "I…I let it slip!"
"Want a drink?"
She nodded, looking as frail and delicate as a lily, stirring a sudden urge in Lu Zhanbei to caress her head. But remember her previous rejections, he held his impulses in check and turned around: "Wait…"
With that, the shadow in front of her slipped away.
In not much time, he turned back around again, now with a clear cup of water in his hand.
