Mu Xiaoxiao did not believe him fully. "Come over and show me."
He had on a black shirt, so she could not see any traces of blood. If she had not seen the blood on his hands earlier, she would not have noticed that he was bleeding.
Wait!
Could he have been lying to her?
Mu Xiaoxiao waved to him once more. "Come over. Let me see your wound."
"There's nothing to see," Jun Zeye rejected her once more, which made her even more suspicious.
Mu Xiaoxiao stared at him. With a stern face, she said, "You were hit, right? That's why you're not letting me look at it."
"No," Jun Zeye answered mildly.
"I don't believe you," Mu Xiaoxiao harrumphed. "Come over and let me have a look. I'll only believe you if I see it with my own eyes. Come over here!"
Jun Zeye pursed his lips. Unable to reject her, he walked over.
Mu Xiaoxiao paused before saying, "Take off your shirt. Let me see."