"Ouch!" Emma Aiden struggled to get up from his arms and immediately covered her nose with her hand.
She was about to burst into tears, and he still had the nerve to ask her questions.
"Is your chest okay?" Emma glared at him.
She had crashed into him so hard just now, yet he didn't even let out a grunt—it was obviously an act!
He was pretending, but her nose really hurt...
"I think you can call the doctor for me now. I feel like it's already broken from the crash." Emma tightly held her nose, unwilling to let go, her eyes reddening, playing the pitiful angle.
They grew up as childhood sweethearts. Whenever she got into trouble and refused to admit her mistakes, he'd always discipline her.
But whenever she got hurt, no matter what mischief she'd caused, he never remembered it and only focused on treating her wound.
He didn't know that sometimes, to avoid his scolding, she'd secretly pinch her knee or arm to turn them red, pretending she had a collision.
