Damn!
He didn't want her to worry, nor did he want her to know that his right hand was unable to move freely.
"Then promise me you won't get hurt, okay?" The girl pleaded softly in his ear; she didn't want to see Chengxun frown, it made her feel pain herself.
Qiao Chengxun nodded, "Alright, I'll promise you anything."
The pressure in Wen Meimei's heart seemed to ease a little, she withdrew from the man's embrace and planted a firm peck on his flawless, handsome face.
"Chengxun is being good, I want to give Chengxun a kiss."
"Meimei is also very good." Qiao Chengxun smiled slightly, seeing her face regained its innocent smile, and the pain in his right shoulder seemed to hurt less.
Qiao Chengxun helped the girl stand up and held her small hand as they walked out of the room.
