"It hurts here." Qiao Muer covered her head, not realizing that Yue Zheng's voice was mixed with a hint of anxiety, helplessness and tenderness.
His big palm lifted up her tearful little face, and the temperature of his fingertips was frighteningly hot.
"Be good, take it away and let me see." Yue Zheng subconsciously coaxed Qiao Muer. She covered her forehead with her hands so that he could not see her injury clearly.
Qiao Muer's almond-shaped eyes were wet, and her black eyeballs were soaked with tears.
At first, he only noticed his own injuries, until Yue Zheng lifted his chin and he heard his charming and pleasant voice, then he suddenly realized what they were doing.
Plop, plop, plop…
My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.
Qiao Muer subconsciously covered her chest, revealing the bump on her forehead.
Seeing a high bump on her forehead, Yue Zheng's eyes dimmed and he touched her wound with his fingertips: "Stupid, you got such a big bump."
There was a hint of reproach in his serious and cold voice, but the big hand covering Qiao Muer's head clearly softened its strength.
“…” Qiao Muer didn’t understand why she was so cowardly.
She is usually very eloquent, but after being scolded by Yue Zheng, she could only purse her lower lip and dared not speak.
"When you go to bed tonight, you are not allowed to hug the big doll or move around... Be careful."
Hey, how does he know that she likes to hug a big doll and crawl around when she goes to bed at night
"Please sit down first. I'll get you some ice..."
"No need, I'm fine." Qiao Muer subconsciously grabbed Yue Zheng who was about to let go.
She didn't know why, she just... she just felt that Yue Zheng like this was so rare, as if she had returned to her childhood, to An An, who would apply medicine for her, feel sorry for her and take care of her.
She... was reluctant.
Yue Zheng frowned and was about to ask her to let go, but he heard Qiao Muer's surprised voice.
"An An...you, the corner of your mouth..."
Qiao Muer was shy just now and didn't dare to look Yue Zheng in the eye.
It was not until this moment that she raised her eyes and wanted to call Yue Zheng, only to find that there was blood at the corner of Yue Zheng's lips.
"The corner of your lip... seems to have been broken by me... and it's bleeding..."
She looked at the wound at the corner of his lip, feeling guilty and distressed.
It must be because when she stood up just now, her forehead hit his jaw, causing him to bite the corner of his mouth.
Qiao Muer felt guilty and looked up into Yue Zheng's eyes, wanting to apologize to him solemnly.
Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he happened to meet a pair of blue eyes that were cold and deep, yet flashing with a bright dark light.
"Yue Zheng..."
Qiao Muer cried out in confusion, not understanding why Yue Zheng was looking at her like that.
Such a look is too strong and too aggressive.
This was different from Yue Zheng's usual coldness and indifference. Such a look was enough to make her flustered and her heartbeat slow.
"It's not Yue Zheng..."
The man suddenly spoke in a deep and hoarse voice, with a sexy magnetism that was completely different from when he usually spoke.
"Mu'er, what did you call me just now, huh?"
"I..." Qiao Muer was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered the name she called out in a hurry just now.
She... called him, An An
"I'm sorry." She lowered her head, not daring to look into those blue eyes again.
The girl's face turned red, and her whole face began to feel hot. "I didn't mean to do that... I won't do it again."
Qiao Muer still remembered that Yue Zheng said that was his childhood name and he now hated people calling him An An.
However, just as she said "I won't do that again" her small and delicate chin was pinched and lifted up by the man's slender white fingers.
"Why not? You always called me Brother An An before."
Next chapter around 19:00 (to be continued)