She believes that as long as he says it wasn't him, she is willing to believe!
Because she loves him.
Xiaonuan slowly lifted her head from his embrace.
She raised her hand, looking at him with a face full of grievance: "It hurts so much..."
Nangong Yaoling took a deep breath and actually laughed.
His smile was more dazzling than the starlight.
Xiaonuan glared at him angrily: "You're still laughing?"
Nangong Yaoling lowered his head and grabbed her hand.
He held it to his mouth and gently blew on it.
The cool breeze blew on the wound and instantly felt much more comfortable.
Xiaonuan's furrowed brow finally relaxed.
After blowing for a while, he looked up at her.
"You feel the pain now? Then I can be at ease..." He said, lovingly reaching out to wipe the tear marks from her face.
"Don't cry anymore, it's not pretty."
Xiaonuan: "..."
After he finished speaking, he knelt on the carpet, took out alcohol from the medicine box, disinfected her, and applied ointment.
