Upon hearing this, Ma Zhihao quickly released her, looking tense: "Did I hurt you?"
Erya raised her hand and gently rubbed her wrist, looking at Ma Zhihao with displeasure: "Can't you be a bit gentler? You're so rough as a man, you'll scare girls away."
Ma Zhihao felt a pang in his heart.
Does she think he's rough?
Is she afraid of him, thinking he's violent?
It seems he should try to be more gentle around her in the future.
He looked down at her hand, seeing red marks crisscrossing the back of it. His heart tightened abruptly, and he took it, pushing up her sleeve, revealing more red marks on her pale arm.
Ma Zhihao's eyes flared with anger: "A thug whipped you?!!"
Erya felt a bit uncomfortable with her sleeve pulled up in the hospital with people coming and going, watching them.
