Xiao Moli pressed the cotton swab in his hand a bit too hard.
"Ah... it hurts," An Ziqi complained, feeling wronged.
Xiao Moli glared at her, softened his grip, cleaned the wound, applied ointment, and then covered it with a bandage.
"I shouldn't have let you get involved with the film in the first place."
She just got hurt after leaving his side for a short while. Who knows what kind of trouble she'd get into if she was away from him every day.
An Ziqi pouted. It was just a small prick, no big deal. Clearly, he was overreacting, but she didn't dare say it out loud.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and said with a cheeky smile,
"I can't lounge around at home every day. What if I turn into a yellow-faced woman and you lose interest in me?"
"You could come to the company and keep me company." Xiao Moli looked at her a bit resentfully.
Why would she rather go shoot a movie than come to the company to be with him?
