Applying Ointment on the Shameful Area (6)

"How did you get hurt?" He continued to ask. He held up her finger.

Mo Xiaomeng watched as he brought her finger to his thin lips, blowing it gently as though he were comforting a child.

She was absorbed as she stared at his elegant and perfect face from the side.

"Is it still hurting?" he asked as he looked into her eyes.

Mo Xiaomeng recovered her senses. She shook her head and nodded in the next moment. "Actually… it still hurts a little."

"How did you hurt yourself?" He had bandaged the wound last night. As long as she didn't move it around too much, it wouldn't be bleeding.

Mo Xiaomeng drooped her head, looking as if she was guilty of something.

"I just… accidentally… slipped and fell in the shower. I saw that the plaster was wet, so I peeled it to have a look. But I accidentally tore open the wound again…"

Hearing how careless she was, Ye Sijue stared at her as if he didn't know what to do with her.