Fu Chenlie closed his eyes and replied indifferently, "So what if it hurts?"
She responded thoughtfully, "If it's too painful, you can shout it out; you don't have to keep suppressing it."
"Does shouting make the pain go away?"
"It would still hurt."
He scoffed disdainfully, "If that's the case, why should I shout?"
"Because people need to vent their emotions; otherwise, keeping them bottled up inside can be suffocating."
"I don't have any emotions that need to be vented."
After he said this, the man turned his head and glanced into her almond eyes, a playful smile curling on his lips, "I only have desires that need to be vented."
Wen Ran, "..."
Why was he still so flippant even though he was injured?
She stopped talking and fiddled with his head a bit, making him lower it.
Fu Chenlie was unusually submissive and let her manage as she pleased.
Wen Ran continued to clean his wound but deliberately slowed her movements to make the physical pain less noticeable.