Mu Tianye relaxed his body on the soft cotton sheets of the large bed, his eyes slightly narrowed, capturing Ning Xiaofei's concerned expression, and then he spoke earnestly.
"It hurts."
Ning Xiaofei didn't notice anything unusual about his chin, and hearing his serious answer, she actually thought it was quite painful.
"I'll go grab some ice to put on it for you!"
She braced herself to get up but was stopped by Mu Tianye's hands, which gripped her slender waist firmly.
Knocking one's head against a chin naturally hurts, but what he needed at the moment wasn't a cold compress.
"I remember you saying in the car that as long as I let you compete, you'd do anything for me tonight."
His tone was very serious, but the way his palms gently massaged her waist was extremely ambiguous.
"I…" Feeling the unusual warmth of the man's body, Ning Xiaofei's face turned red, "I was just talking nonsense."
