"Roll up your pant leg, roll it up past the knee." Shen Jue ignored Rong Qingqing's question and turned her body halfway, grabbing her leg over.
Her pajama pants were wide and loose; with one roll, her slender, fair calf was revealed.
Pushing further up revealed her knee.
Shen Jue's eyes fell on the bruise under her knee, green and purple, visibly swollen.
A spot as big as an adult's fist.
It must have been caused by the scooter's wheel hitting here.
The impact was so large it was fortunate no bone was broken.
Seeing Shen Jue pour some unknown, strongly scented oil from a bottle onto her bruise, Rong Qingqing touched the tip of her nose and asked, "How did you know I was hurt here?"
She thought she had concealed it well.
"I noticed when we were in the VIP lounge," Shen Jue's voice was cool.
He saw Rong Qingqing cross her legs, frown, and quickly put them down again.
