152 Cut it off!_1

Su Luo snapped back to her senses at the hiss of pain. She hurriedly looked down, giving a sudden start.

She had been so preoccupied earlier that she hadn't noticed how hard she was pressing. The edges of her nails had grown a couple of hangnails which she had planned to trim once she got home today.

But before she had a chance to, these hangnails had caused trouble—they had scratched Jiang Shu.

Due to minimal outdoor activity, his skin was fair and delicate. These minor hangnails had left a small scratch on his temple.

The red bubbles of blood quickly surfaced, particularly shocking against his fair skin.

Su Luo quickly pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it against the wound, "I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't mean to."

She then hurriedly instructed Qing Yi, "Quick, fetch some golden sore medicine!"

Jiang Shu looked at her. Her gaze was fixed on his head.

In her pure black eyes, waves of guilt, worry, and a hint of hidden fear swirled.