Ning Xixi looked at him with concern: "What should we do then?"
Ji Yebai glared at her awkwardly: "You're asking me? Who should I ask then!"
"Yeah, right..." Ning Xixi racked her brains pondering, then suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, she exclaimed, "Ah! I've thought of something, do you want to give it a try?"
"Hmm?"
"Just blow on it and the pain will go away!"
What the heck? Blow on it?
With his handsome brows furrowed, Ji Yebai looked askance at Ning Xixi, only to see her cautiously blowing on his wound.
Hoo—
Gently and tenderly, as if treating a feather, incredibly soft.
His heart, as cold and hard as iron, seemed to melt in that instant.
Ji Yebai suddenly felt that Yan Yichen's words were quite true.
Showing weakness appears to be much better than pretending to be strong.
"You're so silly! Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid!" Ji Yebai complained with disdain, but the smile in his eyes had already betrayed him.
