"Ouch, gentle, gentle." Ning Ge winced in pain, looking at the nurse applying medicine, and said, "You look like a gentle young lady, how come your hands are so heavy?"
The little nurse blushed and glanced at Doctor Song standing beside her.
"Ignore him, apply more pressure!" Song Jiaying huffed.
Ning Ge immediately put on a pitiful look and gazed at her, "I'm injured, can't you feel a little sorry for me?"
"Oh dear, our heroic Fourth Young Master Ning still needs sympathy?" Song Jiaying's words carried a bit of fire, along with a subtle hint of affection.
Indeed, upon seeing this man's hand, and the expression on his face at that time, her heart felt extremely sour and uncomfortable.
"Alright then, everything I do is for you, don't be angry!" Ning Ge reached out his other hand to pull her closer.
Song Jiaying said, "Behave, don't pull and tug!" Her hand tried to shake him off, but hesitated, and in that moment of hesitation, she was pulled to sit beside him.
