Chapter 154 Poor Little Thing_1

With the warm, fragrant softness in his embrace, Zhao Erhu took in the sweet scent wafting to his nose. Although he initially harbored tender thoughts, his expression turned grave upon seeing the large swath of bruised skin, mottled black and purple. His heart ached intensely; no longer could he be distracted by other thoughts.

"You silly girl, you're badly hurt, and still you pretend to be strong."

Zhao Erhu couldn't resist gently touching the wound, which caused Lin Yue to sharply inhale and cry out in pain, "Brother Erhu, be gentle, it hurts!" Lin Yue had been somewhat shy at first, but now, in her pain, she forgot all decorum, afraid that Zhao Erhu would touch her wound again. Her voice was so filled with misery that it gave him quite a fright.