"Don't worry about me, I'm asking you how you hurt your leg?" Sheng Sheng carried her over to the sofa, and found that the first-aid kit he'd been looking for all this time was actually sitting right there on the couch. His brows instantly furrowed even tighter as he looked at Maimai, the emotion in his eyes turning even more self‑reproachful.
But his face was naturally cold, and all Maimai could see in his eyes was chill.
Her heart tightened sourly, her nose stinging as if it were about to run.
"How exactly did this happen?"
He saw that medicine had already been applied to her leg, so it definitely wasn't from the fall just now. Before their fight yesterday her leg had been perfectly fine—could it be that when he'd been smashing things yesterday he'd accidentally hit her?
When Sheng Sheng thought of that possibility, he honestly wanted to slap himself twice!
