So, when she saw him frowning in pain, He Ziyi couldn't help but bring over some anti-swelling ointment.
It was both an apology and a desire to get closer to him…
But he seemed to really resist her presence.
So Ziyi felt somewhat sad.
Pei Yuanchen saw her distressed and dispirited look, his throat tightening, and he found himself at a loss for words.
"All right, give me the ointment, I'll apply it myself," he finally conceded after a while, "Miss He, you should know that men and women are different, you shouldn't just barge into a strange man's room in the future."
"You're not a stranger though, you're Xiaobao's uncle," He Ziyi said with a smile, "And I really like you, I think you're so interesting."
Pei Yuanchen's heart thumped in alarm at her blatant confession!
Before he could figure out how to respond, he saw He Ziyi suddenly reach out and once again lift his blanket!
...shi-t!
