Little Fox
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zong Zhengyu's expression softened.
He applied the medicine to Mu Anan's face more slowly.
But he didn't say anything.
Mu Anan peeked at Zong Zhengyu a few times uneasily until he applied the medicine to her chin.
Mu Anan reached out to grab Zong Zhengyu's hand, but he grabbed her wrist first. "Don't scratch it. If you move now, your face will be disfigured."
"I'm not itchy." Mu Anan shook her head and grabbed Zong Zhengyu's hand instead. She sounded aggrieved. "Seventh Master, don't be angry with me, okay?"
Zong Zhengyu frowned and did not look Mu Anan in the eye. "I'm not angry."
Mu Anan didn't say anything and just stared at Zong Zhengyu with an aggrieved expression.
The seventh master never looked at Mu Anan.
"Seventh Master, are you still angry with me?" Mu Anan sounded even more aggrieved.