Chapter 470 Take Care of Your Own Heart, Are You Tired?

"Does it hurt?"

The man's words were gentle and soft, his warm breath fanning over the girl's delicate but bruised face. His fingertips, slightly coarse, caressed her cheek, careful not to touch the swollen bump.

Gu Xiaoer looked up blankly, not speaking, just shaking her head.

The man sighed again, took an alcohol wipe from his pocket, ripped it open, and began to cleanse the small wounds on the girl's face with his long fingers.

He really disliked the smell of alcohol, but now he was so close, carefully wiping her face.

So light, so gentle, as if he were handling a pink bubble, extremely cautious, as if afraid that a bit more force would break it.

It was only a minor injury, after all.

Han Luoli helped her wipe, his tone full of resignation, "I know you don't like this side of me, but I still want to give you a piece of the sky."

"Da Luoluo..." Gu Xiaoer finally moved her lips, her eyes watery like those of a wronged little animal, looking pitiable and helpless.