This statement, with its double meaning, "I'm sorry," she made him hurt; "I'm sorry," she pained his wound.
"Why are you crying? It's just a superficial injury, it will be fine in a few days." Wen Zao gently wiped her tears, not blaming her at all.
Ye Xixi finished bandaging him and lowered her head to kiss his wound: "Does it still hurt?"
"It… hurts like hell…" Wen Zao's voice sounded slightly aggrieved.
This made Ye Xixi anxious, and she frantically stood up, wanting to call a doctor. But as soon as her feet touched the ground, Wen Zao stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace.
Ye Xixi turned her head, looking at him puzzled, moving slightly, wanting to get out of his hold.
Yet her subtle movements made Wen Zao gasp harshly.
Then, he took her small hand, slowly and gradually guiding it from his chest, down his abdomen, all the way to——
In his eyes, a wicked allure danced: "Xixi, it hurts here..."
