Hearing her cry out in pain from her wound, the man immediately removed his shoes and coat and lay down beside her.
His long, strong arms carefully extended and enveloped her petite body, pulling her into his embrace.
"Axuan…" his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, his eyes and heart filled with guilt and self-reproach.
Lu Fengxuan gently grasped his injured right hand and tenderly blew on it.
After examining his hand, she touched the bruise on his face caused by Lu Xingye—the sizable, swollen patch on the delicate left side of his jaw was both blue and purple.
As she looked at it, she couldn't help but scold him:
"Chiyin, are you an idiot? Don't you know to dodge when someone hits you?"
Chiyin lowered his head and kissed her forehead several times, his voice hoarse as he said, "It's my fault for not protecting you."
The implication was that he deserved this punishment.