Li Xiaoyun was a little worried too when she heard that.
If it turned out that she had bruised him with her chin, it would be so embarrassing.
Li Xiaoyun felt like she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Then, she heard Zhao Dingli say, "Can you help me unbutton my shirt and take a look?"
"Ah?" Li Xiaoyun was dumbfounded.
Zhao Dingli smiled at her in a particularly innocent and bashful way.
Li Xiaoyun was curious how he managed to do that, with his cold and serious expression, yet could produce such a bashful and innocent smile.
Li Xiaoyun really wanted to learn it from him.
"I want to see if there's a bruise." Zhao Dingli hoped sincerely that there would be some kind of bruise.
Even if it was as small as a mung bean, it would be good.
Then Li Xiaoyun could apply the bruise ointment on him.
Since it was her own doing.
How could she refuse?
"Okay." Li Xiaoyun agreed, gritting her teeth.
