"What happened?"
"Just bumped into something by accident, I'm fine."
Yu Lingqian's eyes were dark and gloomy, "How could you, being as clumsy as a pig, manage to bump into something while just changing clothes?"
Mu Anran: "..."
Had this guy just swallowed gunpowder outside?
Yu Lingqian suddenly leaned towards her. Startled, Mu Anran hastily stepped back twice, pulling at the wound on her knee, causing her little face to scrunch up in pain.
The dressing room at Nowhoo was fairly spacious. Mu Anran felt a weight on her shoulder and was pushed to sit on the soft stool; her right leg was also lifted, resting on his thigh.
"Young Master Yu!"
Mu Anran's eyes widened as she grabbed his right hand.
Because... she noticed that this guy was lifting up her skirt, pushing it up to her thigh!
Yu Lingqian's black pupils narrowed, and the corners of his mouth revealed a playful and roguish faint smile, "I was just planning to check your wound. What were you thinking?"
