"My shoulder hurts so much," Ye Jiuliang's eyes shimmered as she scrunched up her little face, whimpering pitifully.
Her shoulder wound was from a gunshot, and Li Mochan was afraid she had really pulled at the injury, so the smile on his face vanished in an instant.
"Come here, let me take a look."
Confronted with his serious gaze, Ye Jiuliang grinned sheepishly, "It seems like it's not that painful anymore."
At her words, Li Mochan's eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice full of certainty as he asked doubtfully, "Are you tricking me?"
"It really hurts," Ye Jiuliang felt a chill at her neck and immediately changed her tune.
Li Mochan also understood the story of the boy who cried wolf.
He reached out toward the woman wrapped up like a silkworm baby, and Ye Jiuliang instinctively rolled to the side.
For a moment, she forgot about the injury on her shoulder.
This time she really pressed on the wound, and it pained her so much that she couldn't help but inhale sharply.
Damn.
