The scene was left with Lin Zhenghui and this fair-skinned Xue'er, and the atmosphere got a bit awkward.
"Sorry, for giving you a bad first experience," Lin Zhenghui said as he looked at her hand crossing in front of her chest, covering up the two red plum blossoms.
"Your hand is bleeding, do you need to go to the hospital?" Xue'er pointed at the blood flowing to his wrist from his arm.
"It's okay, the wound is stitched. I must have moved it just now," Lin Zhenghui's wound started bleeding again when she grabbed his arm and shook it.
"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault!" she said with a very apologetic expression on her face.
Then, glancing at the group of chickens running with a small tree frog, she added with a hint of remorse, "Just now, I was really scared, I didn't realize I grabbed your wound."
"I don't blame you, don't worry about it, come on, smile for me."
"Let me clean it for you."
"Hmm!"
Lin Zhenghui did not refuse her help.
Nor did he doubt her identity.
