Jiang Li was shirtless at the moment, with the muscular lines of his upper body fully exposed in front of Liang Zhouyue.
She hadn't noticed it just now, but now, from such a close distance and face to face, she truly didn't know where to rest her eyes.
"Does your back still hurt?" she asked, trying to make conversation to alleviate some of the sudden awkwardness.
Jiang Li cocked his head to look at her, his eyes filled with doting affection and his voice lazy, "It hurts."
His tone was a bit drawn out, blatantly whiny.
Liang Zhouyue really didn't understand; he was usually so cold and aloof outside, why did he always like to play the fragile one in front of her, especially fond of acting spoiled?
"Did you worry about me when I fell?"
Jiang Li didn't move, choosing to stay put, lying there.
Their current distance was half a meter, but Liang Zhouyue always felt the illusion of being closely controlled by him, with nowhere to escape.
