"My arm hurts." An Ning raised her head, her little face frowning.
Sikong Wuyou hurriedly supported her, scolding, "Your arm is injured, and you jump out of bed so energetically. Aren't you afraid of falling?"
"Wasn't it you who said I am the only one, I got too excited!" Although An Ning was shy, she spoke boldly.
Sikong Wuyou playfully tapped her nose and simply picked her up and put her back on the bed.
He reached out his hand, about to undo her clothes.
"You... you... what are you doing?" An Ning nervously clutched her clothes tightly with her uninjured hand, looking at Sikong Wuyou defensively, while her face instantly flushed red.
Even if they're agreed to be together, they are at most dating now, how could they...
How could they just take off clothes like that!
Besides, her mental age might be mature, but this body is still young.
Certain things are inappropriate.
Sikong Wuyou looked at her, "Isn't your arm hurting? I'm helping you to check the wound."
