Hearing him cry out in pain made Feng He's heart ache even more.
Looking at all the wounds covering his body, her heart ached. "Why do you always have to push yourself so hard? You're completely covered in injuries."
As she spoke, she reached for the Space Ring on Lin Jingjing's hand to take out a Recovery Potion for him, all while muttering, "It ought to hurt. Serves you right."
A smile spread across Mo Xuan's face at her words. He started to act spoiled, his voice sickeningly sweet. "Comfort me, Feng He."
The three single friends standing nearby heard this, and their expressions soured. Shi Feng and Lin Jingjing folded their arms, their faces masks of pure disgust.
Gu Kaiwen, who was supporting him with one arm, broke out in goosebumps and slapped him on the back.
He then leaned in and muttered in Mo Xuan's ear, "PDA kills, you know."
Mo Xuan let out a stifled grunt. Hearing it, Feng He, now holding the Recovery Potion, glared at Gu Kaiwen. "Why did you hit him?"
