"I really don't hurt…" Xingyue said with a sigh of resignation, watching the man's nervous expression.
She had merely been hit in the face by a paper file. The thing was soft, and though his strength was great, it couldn't possibly hurt her — it wasn't like she was hit by a stone. There was simply no need for medicine.
"Let me see!" Nan Yuling suddenly raised his hand to hook her chin, making her lift her face. Then, lowering his eyes, his gaze carefully swept over her face, meticulously checking to make sure he hadn't missed anything…
Only when he was sure that besides the slight redness on the tip of her nose and her forehead there were no injuries did the handsome expression on his face ease a bit.
"It's not a matter of hurting or not," Xingyue said with a twist of her lip.
She wanted to leave, not because she was hurt by the hit.
It was his inexplicable attitude that suddenly made her angry.
