The man's expression froze, his face shadowed and unclear as he looked at the girl in front of him, his voice carrying a hint of deep huskiness as he slightly furrowed his brows, "Qiaoqiao, it's not what you think between her and me."
Song Qiao released her hand from her waist, lifted it to straighten her somewhat messy hair, the smile on her face unabated, her eyes filled with mocking, her voice huskier than the man's due to not having drunk water since waking up, she retorted without answering, "Why don't you ask how I got hurt?"
Lu Jingchen paused as he was about to grasp Song Qiao's hand beside the bed, then quickly made a move to firmly grasp her hand, completely disregarding her struggles, and placed a kiss on her hand, "Mhm, how did you get hurt? Is it because of me?"
