"Qhianqhian?" Luo Shufan looked at Luo Qianqian in surprise as she opened her eyes and hugged her tightly, "It's okay, it's okay."
"Bro, it hurts, be gentle." Luo Qianqian grimaced, feeling like her body was battered and bruised.
"Oh, oh, oh..." Luo Shufan quickly and carefully embraced Luo Qianqian, his face filled with heartache, "Why didn't you dodge a bit? How much milk will it take for you to get back to your color... You're so charred you're almost smoking, and covered in scabs, it looks so gruesome, but I can't bring myself to say anything."
"Bro, it's okay." Luo Qianqian noticed Luo Shufan's distress and silently glared at a point in the sky, "See, my brother is upset, I need compensation for mental distress!"
Luo Shufan tenderly dressed Luo Qianqian in a layer of clothing. If not for Luo Qianqian insisting on walking herself, he would still be carrying her...
