Unintentionally, Qiao Chengxun saw on the girl's delicate white neck a small red and purple bump.
Damn it!
"Were you hit?" Qiao Chengxun lowered his eyes, a layer of chill veiling the depths of his dark pupils.
Wen Meimei's body stiffened, and she quickly explained, "No, I just accidentally took a fall."
Hearing this, Qiao Chengxun's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows, the pain exploding like a virus.
Not minding his unhealed right hand, he used both hands to pull up her sleeves and carefully examined her, seeing multiple bruises on her body.
"Where did you fall?" Seeing the injuries on her body, Qiao Chengxun could only think that she must have tumbled down from somewhere. How could he guess she had been stepped on so many times?
Wen Meimei dared not look at his face as she spoke, her small round face buried in his chest, she mumbled, "I rolled down once, but it's fine, it doesn't hurt anymore."