An Ning's snow-white cheeks instantly turned scarlet, and she shyly looked out the window. "I'm not injured, no need to check."
"Since that's the case, we should do something else," Yu Jingchen said unmoved, pulling the curtains closed as he spoke.
An Ning lifted her foot to run.
Yu Jingchen embraced her from behind and lifted her into his arms. "Where do you want to go, hmm?"
"Ah..." An Ning cried out in pain.
Yu Jingchen carefully placed her on the bed, chiding her angrily. "It hurts like this, and you still dare say it doesn't hurt?"
In pain, An Ning didn't dare to move, allowing him to lift her clothes.
Her snow-white and firm abdomen was exposed in a flash, a waistline so beautiful it took one's breath away.
But for the moment, this didn't attract Yu Jingchen's attention, his gaze fell on a swollen red area.
He touched it gingerly. "Does it hurt?"
An Ning shook her head. "It doesn't hurt when you touch it like that."
"How about this?" He pressed down harder.