Cajoling

Zhai Jing finally understood from her words that she was in a difficult position. He could only comfort her. 

"It's not like I haven't seen it before. Isn't it a little too late for you to hide it now?"

Le Wan's groaning stopped for a moment, and she said quietly under the blanket, 

"Has anyone ever told you that if you don't know how to speak, you can just shut up and not say anything?"

Alright, he had said the wrong thing again. What should he do in this situation? The gears in Zhai Jing's head spun furiously. Suddenly, he had an idea. 

"Although the wound looks scary, it doesn't look ugly."

"Really?" Le Wan could not believe it. 

She had already seen through the camera that the wound was ugly. Moreover, the person who treated her wound was Zhai Jing. How could she not feel embarrassed and sad?

After Zhai Jing nodded, he realized that Le Wan could not see him. Hence, he added in a very certain tone, 

"It's true,"