Perhaps it was her triumph that made her lose her composure; the moment her body hit the ground, a wave of soreness attacked the space between her legs, and she fell without any defense.
Hearing the noise, Qiao Chengxun turned around indifferently, only for his handsome face to darken the next second.
Damn it!
Qiao Chengxun strode over, scooping up the girl with swift yet gentle movements, and carried her back to bed, glancing down at the spot that prevented her from standing.
Wen Meimei wished she could find a hole to crawl into. Instead of covering the injured area, she directly lifted her hand to cover his eyes.
"Qiao 'King of Hell,' if you keep looking, I will poke your eyes out!"
Qiao Chengxun didn't remove her mischievous hand and, parting his thin lips, asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt at all. Just keep your eyes closed, no peeking at me!"
"Okay." To her surprise, he agreed.