He laid the woman on the bed, reached out to support the back of her head: "Does it still hurt?"
He Ziyi originally wanted to say it didn't hurt anymore, but she keenly heard that touch of gentleness in his words.
So she immediately choked up and said, "Yes, it hurts a lot."
Pei Yuanchen squinted at her for a while, although he suspected she was doing it on purpose, he did not expose her.
After kneading for a while, he let go of his hand: "Alright, go back to sleep."
"Uncle Xiaobao." Ziyi still held her head, looking up at him, "Do you really hate me? Why?"
He Ziyi was genuinely quite aggrieved.
Pei Yuanchen chuckled and poked her fair, tender cheek: "That's right, I hate you, snap at you for no reason, even take you to bars and leave you alone... I'm so mean, what do you like about me?"
"But I know you wouldn't really leave me." He Ziyi argued confidently, "Besides, you're not mean at all."
