An hour later.
"Xiaoqiao..." Jinmulin began to roll again with some scheming intention.
Gong Xiaoqiao slapped the table, "Keep it up and see if I don't beat you! ╰_╯"
"Sis, I just love seeing you get all puffed up with anger because of me!"
"The thinking of a pervert really is incomprehensible..."
"Xiaoqiao, this time I really have an issue, can you buy me some bandages and antiseptic solution?"
"What happened to you? Where are you hurt?"
"It's nothing, just a minor injury I got by accident during the concert!"
"Damn it! Jinmulin, are you asking for a beating? Why only tell me now?"
"I've been busy, you know!"
"Yeah, right! Busy picking fights! You twisted freak, show me where you're hurt!" Gong Xiaoqiao said as she moved to lift his blanket.
Jinmulin acted like a virtuous woman being forced, "Don't look, don't look! Just buy them for me!"
"Where exactly are you hurt? You're not lying to me, are you?" Gong Xiaoqiao looked at him suspiciously.
