Li Mochan's lips tightened, and his eyes shot out congealed ice spikes.
He reached out to pull open her collar, and the blood-stained bandage came into view, deepening the fierceness in Li Mochan's brows and eyes.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Did Li Hong's men do this?"
Ye Jiuliang hummed a response, comforting him, "It's nothing, the wound has been treated, it will be fine in a few days."
She stretched out her hand to lift the corners of his lips, "Come on, smile for me."
Li Mochan's thin lips remained tightly closed, as he touched the blood-stained bandage, his eyes filled with heartache, "A gunshot wound is considered a minor injury?"
Ye Jiuliang grinned, rarely acting coquettish, "If you hug me, it won't hurt anymore."
Li Mochan heaved a sigh, carefully avoiding her shoulder wound as he embraced her in his arms.
A low voice arose beside her ear, "You really are impossible to deal with."
Ye Jiuliang's eyes curved, tightening her arms around his waist.
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