Watching her frown, as if she really hurt her nose, a trace of distress appeared in Lu Jingchen's eyes. He lifted his hand to gently rub it for her, yet did not admit it was his fault, and instead spoke in a slightly annoying tone, "Who asked you to be so clumsy? It hurt, didn't it? Next time, let's see if you dare to be like this again..."
Upon hearing his words, Song Qiao immediately lifted her gaze and glared at him, her tone tinged with displeasure, "So, now you're blaming me for this?"
Who was it that just grabbed her arm, pulling her abruptly into his arms, which hurt her nose??
Lu Jingchen's thin lips were lightly pressed, his expression somewhat gloomy and unpleasant, clearly still angry.
