Wang Nuozhi cupped Kang Minghao's cheeks with both hands to make him look at her and said, "So, you are saying it's my fault?"
With his face squeezed, Kang Minghao struggled to speak, his lips forced into a pout. "My bad, my bad! Will a kiss make it better?"
Wang Nuozhi quickly dropped her hands as if they'd been burned. "No! Didn't you get enough last night? Keep your distance!"
Laughing, Kang Minghao moved to hug her, finding her protest coquettish. "I want more. Give it to me."
"No, you shameless thing! Stay back!" She tried to push him away, but soon, they both burst into laughter.
After a moment, Kang Minghao released her, letting her rest. He even applied cool ointment wherever her skin was bruised and had any injury.
It slightly touched Wang Nuozhi's heart.
But she didn't feel all that grateful; after all, he had hurt her, so it was only his responsibility to take care of her.
Hmph!
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