Sitting in the carriage, Mingshu glanced at Si Chu's pensive look and suddenly felt that maybe the joke had gone too far.
"What's wrong, are you still feeling unwell?"
Seeing Mingshu staring at him, he couldn't help frowning, his upper body leaning slightly forward, looking as if he wanted to examine her.
Mingshu uncontrollably shifted backward, her heart tightened, nervously thinking.
Would she be beaten up by the "kid" if she said she was just pretending now?
Maybe there was no need for a sack, with just the two of them here, screaming wouldn't bring anyone to her aid...
Realizing her thoughts were straying, Mingshu quickly composed herself, cautiously lifted her eyes, and without speaking, she used her watery large eyes to gaze at him, her eyelashes drooping, appearing pitiful.
Si Chu paused, the furrow in his brow deepening, his gaze involuntarily softening, he asked in a low voice, "Are you in pain?"
Mingshu shook her head slowly.
