Su Muyao's nose was hit so sharply that she felt a sting, leaving her momentarily dazed.
"What happened?"
While she was in a daze, a clear and worried tone suddenly came to her ear.
The faintly crisp scent of pinewood brushed past her ear, as if it permeated her entire being.
Su Muyao's beautiful eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she instinctively raised her head to look at him, opening her mouth a bit blankly: "It was too hard. I wonder if my nose is bleeding?"
Looking at his lean and clear frame, she was well aware of his excellent physique.
But surprisingly…
The nose is indeed the most fragile part, and right now it was sore; she reached out to touch it gently.
Thankfully, there was no bleeding.
Xiao Jihan rasped quietly, "How will this be in the future?"
It shouldn't be bearable.
She will understand better in the future.
Su Muyao couldn't comprehend Xiao Jihan's inexplicably strange statement.
