"Let me see." He squinted sleepily, examining her arm and waist where the bruises were still purple, albeit slightly faded.
"I have to go to work tomorrow, I can't stand resting anymore. I don't have much time left at Beiya; I must seize it properly." She said while searching for clothes and showing him.
While dressing, she looked down and suddenly froze.
He followed her gaze and burst out laughing.
"Should I spray some medicine?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
She was speechless; her old injuries hadn't healed, and now she had "new wounds."
"You're really just like Fanfan!" she complained.
At that, his mood soured. "What? Fanfan has bitten you there too?"
"..." What kind of question was that! She glared at him.
His hand, however, grasped the mole, toying with it repeatedly. "If so, I'd make a dog meat hotpot when I get back!"
She swatted his hand away. "You can cook?"
"...No, but I can chop up a dog!"
