Brother, Behave Yourself. Your wife’s Next Door
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Li Sicheng also had a bruise on his waist, which burned as she hugged him. He pretended to be calm, whispering, "My phone died."
"What is going on with you?"
"I slipped."
"Falling on your face?" Su Qianci looked at the sudden graze on his flawless face, feeling terrible. She reached out and gently stroked it. "Does it hurt? I will put something on it."
"I have already gone to the hospital for treatment. It doesn't matter."
Su Qianci looked at his palm which was all damaged, bloody with skin peeled off. There were some scratches by sand as well. It hurt. Her heart hurt, pulling his sleeve and walking into the room.
Li Jinnan was sitting on the sofa, playing with a car model. He saw who was pulled in by Su Qianci and smirked. "Until all is over, ambition never dies."
Su Qianci paused and looked at Li Sicheng. "What did you do anyway?" God knows that she had been worried all the morning. Her heart was in her throat.