If it weren't for the many eyes around, he would have scooped her into his arms long ago. Walking like this, her ankle must be hurting, right?
Indeed, a few steps that Yu Zexiao took a bit too widely made Jian Anning pause and inhale sharply, "hiss—"
"Does it hurt?" Yu Zexiao became somewhat anxious upon hearing her sound. He immediately looked back at her, and Jian Anning shook her head, "It's nothing."
"What do you mean, 'it's nothing'!" Yu Zexiao frowned, his voice rough, "It's swollen like this, you—"
He remembered it was his fault in the bathroom that got her bandage wet, forcing her to go without it. He then changed his word, "Who told you not to prepare your medicine and bandages in my room as well! So you could take care of it if something happened!"
"Pfft!—" Jian Anning laughed. This man, even trying to comfort someone, sounded like he was scolding her. If she wasn't familiar with his personality, his arrogant words would certainly infuriate her.
