The night was like water. A few minutes later, Li San took Nan Xin back to his dormitory.
Under the bright incandescent lamp, he examined the bruise on the woman's forearm, "Did you pinch this yourself?"
Nan Xin rolled her eyes, "Do I need to hurt myself to deal with Yue Yue? This was from a fight this morning."
Lips pressed together, Li San pushed up his sleeves and clumsily massaged her injured area, "Call me next time something happens, don't try to handle it alone."
"If I call you, you'll probably just call me useless. It's better to handle it myself."
Li San paused, his gaze unreadable, "Have I called you that before?"
Nan Xin retorted, "Have you ever not called me names before?"
Li San fell silent, contemplating if he really often scolded Nan Xin.
Before he could find an answer, the woman in front of him spoke again, "With your massaging technique, my whole arm might be bruised by tomorrow morning."
"What do you mean?"
