Mu Xiaoxiao said unhappily, "What? Do you care more about my face?"
Yin Shaojie reached out and squeezed the little tip of her nose. "Yeah, if anything were to happen to your pretty little face, I'd be heartbroken."
Mu Xiaoxiao pouted. "So you like me because of my face?"
"What do you think?" Yin Shaojie asked, smiling.
The mood returned to how it was before.
Yin Shaojie applied the medicine on her hand and said to her, "Lie down."
"Why?" Puzzled, Mu Xiaoxiao obediently lay down on the sofa.
Yin Shaojie lifted up her shirt, and Mu Xiaoxiao was startled. "Hey! What are you doing!"
"I'm checking if you have any injuries on your back. Don't move." Yin Shaojie stopped her from trying to get up.
Held down by him, Mu Xiaoxiao was like a poor little turtle who couldn't flip herself up.