Chi Zaozao gave Ye Que a cold glare, pulled Nangong Yi back, and sat down on the sofa again.
She personally went to fetch the first aid kit and then carefully tended to Nangong Yi's wound at the corner of his mouth.
Nangong Yi quietly stared at the girl in front of him. No, she was already a woman, the mother of two children.
But in his eyes, she was just a child, his little niece.
Seeing Chi Zaozao defending him like this, he suddenly thought of his sister.
Sister…
The sister who was ten years older than him, when he was seven, and she was seventeen.
He always got into trouble, was always criticized by Her Majesty the Queen, and every time he came back from Her Majesty the Queen, he was covered in scars.
And each time, it was his sister who helped him treat his wounds.
Every time while treating the wounds, his sister would ask him, "Yi'er, does it hurt?"
He shook his head with a smile, "No, it doesn't hurt at all, Sis."
