Pei Yibai remained silent, naturally aware of how exaggerated that statement was.
He had witnessed with his own eyes that five-centimeter long gash; flesh torn open and skin flapping, and even during surgery, no anesthetics were used. How could it possibly not hurt?
Her sensibleness made his heart ache uncomfortably.
"I would rather you didn't hold it in and told me it really hurts," Pei Yibai said softly.
Song Weiyi's smile stiffened as she stammered, "It's really okay."
She was just a troublemaker, always causing Pei Yibai endless problems.
Now, merely wishing to lessen his worries a bit would satisfy Song Weiyi.
"Then who was it that cried so much on the operating table that a pillow was soaked?" Pei Yibai countered instead of answering.
Song Weiyi suddenly found herself speechless, her expression sheepish.
She naturally remembered that scene all too well, but she never expected Pei Yibai to use it as a reason to contradict her.
She suddenly felt guilty and embarrassed.
