Chen Mo couldn't help blurting out, "Wan Meirou, looking at you now, I reckon you won't even be able to walk tomorrow. Do you have any medicinal liquor at home? Let me rub it for you, it might feel better."
Upon hearing these words, a touch of emotion surfaced in Wan Meirou's eyes. This was the first time Chen Mo had shown concern for her.
"Medicinal liquor? I remember buying a bottle and putting it in the cabinet on the left,"
Wan Meirou replied.
Chen Mo opened the cabinet door and saw a bottle of bruise ointment inside. He took the bottle and sat back down, looking at Wan Meirou's pitiful appearance.
Chen Mo hurriedly turned his head towards Wan Meirou and said, "I said, stop looking at me with those eyes. It's pretty awkward, isn't it? We're classmates, and though we don't have any special relationship, it's still very easy to be misunderstood."
Chen Mo placed Wan Meirou's foot on his thigh. Wan Meirou was truly beautiful; even when sweaty, there was no sour smell.
