This was not only because Gong Heng doted on her, but also because she herself would become incredibly dependent and languid in Gong Heng's presence.
All of this was indulged by Gong Heng.
As Gong Heng helped her wash her back, he naturally saw the wound on her shoulder, "This, I will have Zhuo Xiusi find a way to get rid of it."
Mu Mian tried to cover it subtly with her hand, but the wound was too conspicuous, too large; she couldn't hide it at all. She smiled faintly, "Do you care that much?"
"Mmm, very much, when I see it I think about how it happened because I failed to take good care of you, and you got hurt."
"But this scar has been there for three years already, it can't disappear, right?"
"No," Gong Heng said confidently. "If Zhuo Xiusi doesn't even have that much skill, I'll send him to Africa."
Mu Mian laughed at his joke, "You're too cruel."
Gong Heng said, "I have to go out in a while to deal with something, you stay in the house by yourself and don't run around."
