After Zhou Mu finished saying that sentence, Gu Changsheng, with both hands covering his lips, stiffened in shock...
It seemed that she had forgotten a very critical and fatal issue: Zhou Mu, that oddity born into the Imperial Family, was still a young virgin!
"Take your hands away and let me see the injury," Zhou Mu then, no longer caring for shyness and with a flushed face, struggled with Gu Changsheng's hands that were covering her mouth.
"Evildoer, I'm fine, I'm fine," Gu Changsheng, having regained her senses, quickly shook her head.
"No, how can it be fine? You're bleeding. Come on, take your hands away," Zhou Mu wasn't so easily deceived, and he felt an immense sense of self-blame.
It was he who had hurt her, and even if it was uncontrollable, it was unforgivable.
Gu Changsheng shook her head like a bobblehead, defending the territory of her lips relentlessly.
Damn it, she was sure she now had what could only be described as a "sausage lip."