Lu Yin shook his head with a hook of his lips into a smile, wanting to reassure her not to worry.
As soon as he opened his mouth, crimson blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
Terrible.
His image...
Lu Yin raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, "It's nothing, don't worry."
"How can it be nothing!" Qiao An was both angry and anxious, cradling his handsome face, panic-stricken.
"Ah, Qiao Xiao'an, you look so beautiful when you are worried about me," Lu Yin teased with a hooked smile.
Qiao An took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and punched him once in the chest, "What's the time for jokes now?"
Mu Jingxi stood behind Lu Yin, just two steps away from them.
Yet, this short distance felt as if separated by an entire galaxy.
He watched helplessly as Qiao An threw herself into Lu Yin's arms, saw her heartache for him, saw the intimate conversations between them.
So, this was how she acted around the person she liked.
She also had such a tender side...
