Dong Huiying blinked her eyes, "What exactly are you being so stubborn about?" She pondered for a long time and suddenly recalled the scars on his body, a flicker of insight passing through her eyes.
Yesterday, she wanted to see the wound on his body, but he wouldn't let her. She knew that men here were quite conservative and had privately guessed whether he was too embarrassed or shy, and so on.
But today, she thought, maybe she had been too careless.
"Let's go!"
She pulled him along, not allowing him to refuse, dragging him back.
He tensed his face, taking a step back again, "No."
Feeling somewhat amused, she couldn't help but say, "Come on, let me look at your wound. I caught a glimpse just now, and it seemed pretty serious." It appeared to be a cut, right on his back. He must have been slashed by someone, and the wound was already half a month old but still stubbornly refusing to heal.
