Beiming Han quickly grasped her hand, frowning and scolding, "Do you want it to get infected?"
"…"
Beiming Han stared at her slightly red wound, his brow furrowing marginally. That bastard Ming Xiang, letting him die was too easy!
"It might scar."
Even though both Bai Jingqing and Qianqian said it wouldn't leave a scar, she knew theywere just comforting her.
"I won't let you scar." Beiming Han carefully adhered the gauze pad on her wound, sat down, hugged her and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Gu Qingxin shook her head.
"No matter what happens, self-preservation is paramount! You're not allowed to be so reckless in the future!"
Beiming Han pulled her into a tighter embrace, this little thing was still too small and weak. Leaning down, he kissed her lips, then turned her over and pinned her on the big bed.
Gu Qingxin, "…"
Didn't he say he wouldn't ****?
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