Zhou Mingchen's gaze drifted downward and settled on Xia Lu's ankle. She was wearing capri pants, and now that she was seated, her ankle was completely exposed.
"What happened to your foot?"
"Hmm?" Xia Lu followed his gaze and looked down, noticing a large red area on her left ankle, "Ah, it's nothing, I just twisted it a bit earlier, it's not serious."
"How could it not be serious?" Zhou Mingchen leaned down and gently pressed the reddened skin, "It's swollen."
"Ouch!" It hadn't been painful until he pressed it, and Xia Lu couldn't help but cry out, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't your foot get injured before? Have you forgotten that already?"
This reminder made Xia Lu recall the time she had insisted on climbing a tree late at night, only to accidentally fall from it, her face flushing red with the memory. When it came down to it, that incident could be blamed on Zhou Mingchen, who made her search for her things he had hidden away.
"That's all your fault."
