She raised her head, blinked her watery eyes and looked at him. Her eyes touched the injury on his head. She felt hurt and worried. "We should get to the hospital now."

"worried about my injury?" Gu Chengfeng's words were like snow. His warm fingers and belly brushed her face. He felt very good and comfortable.

Yan Ruoxue was a little embarrassed, but he nodded honestly, "well, I'm afraid your wound will be infected."

"I'm not made of water. I'm not so vulnerable." Gu Chengfeng's funny curved lips are like the crescent moon. His lips are red and white. He pinched them on Yan Ruoxue's face. "It's you. It's watery."...