His rough fingertips gently brushed over her tender scar. "Does it hurt?"
He asked gently, as if the injury were on his body and the pain in his heart, his eyes already red.
"Ahem!" Dong Huiying felt awkward, inexplicably anxious, "It's nothing, it's nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's almost healed."
She gently pushed him away, but he wouldn't have it, stubbornly cradling her face and taking another very serious and careful look before he was finally reassured.
"Who?"
"Hmm?"
"Who did it."
Was he, looking to avenge her?
Dong Huiying laughed, then nearly wore out her lips trying to finally appease this overprotective man.
And Black Panther was also gradually coming back to his senses, "Is it really your fiancée, Black Eagle? This, this explains it..." He grimaced, finally understanding why Black Eagle had made such a fool of himself in the ring earlier, preferring to lose face than dare to lay a finger on this young lady.
