Mo Nanjue coldly pinched her chin, "Still planning to keep it from me? Preparing to hide in the bathroom alone and cry?!"
"It hurts..." Tong Ran puffed her cheeks, "I would never! I'm not your son!"
"If you were my son, I'd hit you to death!" Mo Nanjue held her waist and picked her up, "Don't move!"
Tong Ran leaned her head on his shoulder, not daring to move, and Mo Nanjue carried her to the washroom, gently placing her on the basin counter.
He pulled down a towel, wet it and wrung it dry.
Tong Ran sat on the edge, watching his skilled actions, her eyes slightly moistening, as Mo Nanjue straightened up and held her face, "Open your mouth."
Obediently, Tong Ran opened her mouth, the corner cracked open, threads of blood seeping out, Mo Nanjue's sharp brows furrowed, his hand lightly tapping the towel on her wound, "Does it hurt?"
He ultimately couldn't bear to sound harsh...
