And indeed, it was true that he'd hurt his hand while trying to shield her; otherwise, that glass would have struck her.
Luo Qiangwei had no choice but to take the first-aid kit and crouched down to carefully remove debris from his wound with tweezers.
Her movements were clumsy, making even the waitress watching by the side feel the pain, but Moh Shiche showed no expression at all, simply staring down intently at the woman's profile, his eyes deep and focused.
Because she was nervous, Luo Qiangwei's hand shook, and she accidentally pressed too hard, causing blood to flow out…
She bit her lower lip anxiously, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt."
It looked so painful that she could explode, "…Don't lie to me. If it hurts, just say it, curse me if it makes you feel better."
The man said indifferently, "Swearing at you would bring me comfort, but could I really do that with a single word?"
