Jian Liangtong's shoulders trembled, her tears suddenly stopped, and she bit her lower lip, glaring at him with anger but without daring to speak.
Huo Shaojun kissed her eyes separately, satisfied as he patted her head, "That's better."
Jian Liangtong, "..." Why did she feel like she was being treated as a pet?
"Does it hurt?" Huo Shaojun's hand slid down when Jian Liangtong wasn't paying attention, gently caressing over the thin fabric.
Jian Liangtong's blood ran in reverse, instantly showing on her flushed cheeks and red, almost transparent ears.
"Hmm?" Huo Shaojun looked at Jian Liangtong with a hint of guilt in his eyes.
Jian Liangtong could barely breathe, her body stiff, she stammered, "No, it doesn't hurt."
"Let me see." Huo Shaojun said, lifting the quilt to sit up.
Jian Liangtong's eyes widened in shock, and she hurriedly grabbed Huo Shaojun's arm, utterly embarrassed, "It really doesn't hurt."
