"Are you hurt?" Mo Siluo's voice was unusually gentle, as if he had become a different person.
Wen Wan blinked, forgetting to react.
"What are you doing?" Seeing the man pry her legs apart to look beneath, Wen Wan's face flushed with embarrassment.
"Should I take you to the hospital to check?" Mo Siluo asked with a frown. He had not controlled his strength well earlier because he was angry.
Wen Wan immediately shook her head vigorously. She definitely did not want to go to the hospital! If the doctor found out she was hurt from that, where would she put her face?
"So delicate!" Mo Siluo's expression suddenly changed.
"You—" Wen Wan was furious. Was this man's face made of weather, changing whenever it wanted?
Mo Siluo turned back to continue dressing.
Wrapping herself in the blanket, Wen Wan sat up, "Mo Siluo, when will you ever let me go?"
