With just one glance, Huang Qingtian felt heartbroken.
"You little rascal, how did you end up like this?"
When Huang Qingtian said this, he had already started blowing on Mu Keren's little face.
But Mu Keren said, "If it doesn't hurt, I won't know if I'm still dreaming!"
She was willing to be harsh on herself.
But it broke Huang Qingtian's heart.
"I'll get you some ice to apply to your face!" Being so red, it must hurt a lot.
"No need!" Seeing Huang Qingtian lift off the blanket to get out of bed, Mu Keren quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes.
The man, whose shirt was being tugged, turned to look at Mu Keren: "But what if your face swells up tomorrow, what will you do?"
"I'm fine anyway!" She didn't want to stay in this unfamiliar house alone for a moment.
"I'll just be a while..." Huang Qingtian still wouldn't compromise.
So, Mu Keren made a decision: "Huang Qingtian, I'm going with you!"
