"Yes, it's me," Luo Xiao said with a gentle smile as he reached out to brush away the loose strands of hair on her forehead. "Xiao Ran, how are you feeling now? Does your back still hurt?"
Tong Ran tried to straighten her waist and then smiled, "Big Brother Luo, I'm fine now. It feels cool on my back and very comfortable."
Her smile was irresistible, filled with sunshine and vitality, like a bright lamp that suddenly lit up his dim world!
Luo Xiao gazed at her smile greedily, his hand lingering on her forehead, so close it seemed he could feel the flow of her blood. After a moment, the man realized his own impropriety, and he quickly pressed the back of his hand against her forehead. "Good, no fever."
She shook her head, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry."
"I had the doctor apply imported ointment, and since the wound itself isn't very deep, with some rest, it should heal in a few days."
