"You like that, don't you?"
"Go die! Only a ghost would like a pervert!"
"Alright, don't be mad, ok? Give me your hand!" Leng Sichen picked up her hand, carefully applied medicine to it, mimicking the way she tended to herself. He gently blew on it, comforting her like a child, "Does it hurt?"
Xia Yuxun turned her head away without speaking.
"If you're angry in the future, you can throw cups, you can hit me, but please don't hurt yourself. I've always hoped you would be a bit more sensible, but now that you really are, it just makes people feel heartache!" Leng Sichen spoke with a hint of helplessness.
Looking at the injury in the palm of her hand, the Xia Yuxun who endured for his sake made his heart ache immensely.
Xia Yuxun glared at him, "You are a pervert! One moment you're nice to me, the next moment you're mean!"
Leng Sichen feigned deep affection, "I can't help it, I'm only a pervert towards you."
