The Little Angel With A Broken Wing (13)

Lu Jia'er examined Jin Xiangdong's arm again. She could no longer restrain her curiosity as this was the second time she encountered this strange behavior. The very first time was on the night they first met.

Jin Xiangdong's explanation had stopped her from asking further. However, she had only taken a little wine this time and was extremely attentive. She could clearly see that the wound on his arm had vanished without a trace.

'Who is he? Does he actually possess self-healing powers?' This thought had always been hovering in Lu Jia'er's mind. At this time a big warm hand pressed against her hand that she had placed on her knee. Lu Jia'er turned her head and her eyes met Jin Xiangdong's gentle gaze.

Slightly startled, Lu Jia'er quickly regained her focus. Even though she was not capable of reading Jin Xiangdong's mind, she could gauge his thoughts from his gaze—he wanted her to stop thinking about it.