When they came back to their apartment complex, Lihua insisted on treating Lu Bojing's wound. But of course, he vehemently disagreed. Treating wounds meant staying close to her, and he didn't want to incur Wei's wrath and commit suicide.
"Don't feel shy. I will just apply the balm."
I am not feeling shy. I am terrified!
His eyes teared up, and he instantly looked away. "No…"
Lihua said in a stern voice, "I won't listen to anything. You got hurt trying to protect me. This is the least I can do. If you disagree, then I won't call you for help anymore if I get into trouble."
He froze.
That was the worst possible scenario.
"No, no! P-please don't do that. You have to call me, no matter what!" He cried. "Y-you promised…"
"Yes. So, sit here and let me treat you."
She didn't hear any more protests and forced him to sit. Her gaze dimmed seeing the redness. It looked awful on his beautiful face.
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