Erya looked at his injured face with distress and blamed him a little: "Why do you still act like a child, running off to fight?"
She raised her hand to touch his swollen area, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Ma Zhihao looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "It doesn't hurt, as long as that pervert stops bothering you."
"Why resort to violence? If he dares to bother me, I'll just call the police."
Upon hearing this, Erya blinked, with a hint of worry in her eyes: "Will he bear a grudge against me for this and continue to harass me? Harassment I can handle, but I'm afraid he'll do something over the line."
Ma Zhihao caressed her face and said: "If he dares to bother you, I'll dare to hit him. Every time he harasses you, I'll beat him up."
Erya took his hand and led him to the living room: "Sit down, I'll get the medical kit and help you with your wounds."
"No need for that trouble, superficial wounds are not a big deal."
