She instinctively pushed him away, her hands resting on his shoulders, when suddenly he let out a muffled groan, his expression appearing pained.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
He brushed her hand aside with a frown, but his expression was not good.
Song Yinyin caught the look on his face and the next second, without thinking, she reached out and grabbed his arm, then stretched out her left hand, forcefully pulling open the collar of his shirt.
Her gaze immediately fell upon a large area of purplish-red bruising on his shoulder.
It was clearly the mark left from when he had fought with the traffickers, with his shoulder struck by a heavy object.
"Why didn't you mention that your shoulder was injured?"
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
He impatiently brushed aside her small hand.
He hadn't forgotten her previous expression of rejection when she pushed him away; anyone could feel her disgust.
