Lu Xiaoyou thought, why on earth was Long Xiliang rubbing his face against hers!
Before, he had never rubbed his face against hers.
Lu Xiaoyou believed that after having depleted Long Xiliang's strength tonight, she could just bluff her way through, and by tomorrow, even if Long Xiliang used a magnifying glass, he wouldn't be able to detect the scars on her face.
But now...
Lu Xiaoyou licked her dry lips.
"What's wrong with my face?" she feigned ignorance.
Long Xiliang extended his hand and gently caressed the shallow scabs on Lu Xiaoyou's cheek with his fingertip.
"How did you get hurt?" There was a clear displeasure in his voice, as if the most precious work of art had been tarnished by dust.
"It's just... a cut from some grass..." Lu Xiaoyou replied cautiously,
"Don't worry, once the scab falls off tomorrow, my skin will still be smoother than cooked egg white~ I guarantee there won't be a mark left!"