Thinking of this, Di Mingchen wanted to sit up straight and say something, but then he suddenly heard Nangong Ran asking softly, "Second Brother, are you okay? You weren't really hurt just now, were you?"
The words that were originally a bit hurtful got stuck in his mouth, unable to come out, at least not in front of everyone.
"Did I see your hand get a little hurt?" Nangong Ran asked again, her eyes falling on his large hand.
"It's nothing." Di Mingchen instinctively retracted his hand, "Just a small matter, no need to worry."
He was about to move away a little, but then Nangong Ran took the initiative to grab his hand and examined it carefully, even gently rubbing it, as if looking for any injuries.
Such a gentle action was utterly like a tender, dependent bird, sending a warm current through Di Mingchen's heart. Such tenderness was what he longed for, truly a bit hard to resist.
Di Mingchen's fingers stiffened slightly.
