Wen Xiao'ai spoke again and started crying.
Jun Moyan paused while cleaning her wounds, feeling as though his emotions were a mix of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, really not a pleasant feeling.
He lifted his head and looked at her.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, her nose was red, and her tears made her hair stick to her face—a pitiful sight of someone worn out by grievances.
"Is this a threat?"
"Does this threat work?" Wen Xiao'ai asked with a sniffle.
Jun Moyan chuckled, with a tone full of helplessness, "What do you think?"
"Then it's a threat."
Whatever it is, as long as it works.
"You've really got me wrapped around your finger, can't shake you off even if I tried." As Jun Moyan spoke, he lowered his head to continue applying medicine on her wound, saying:
"If I had known you were so clingy..." Jun Moyan left his sentence unfinished, not knowing what else to say.
If he had known she was this clingy... but isn't it exactly because he likes her being clingy?
