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"How did you get hurt?" He continued to ask. He held up her finger.

Mo Xiaomeng watched as he brought her finger to his thin lips, blowing it gently as though he were comforting a child.

She was absorbed as she stared at his elegant and perfect face from the side.

"Is it still hurting?" he asked as he looked into her eyes.

Mo Xiaomeng recovered her senses. She shook her head and nodded in the next moment. "Actually… it still hurts a little."

"How did you hurt yourself?" He had bandaged the wound last night. As long as she didn"t move it around too much, it wouldn"t be bleeding.

Mo Xiaomeng drooped her head, looking as if she was guilty of something.

"I just… accidentally… slipped and fell in the shower. I saw that the plaster was wet, so I peeled it to have a look. But I accidentally tore open the wound again…"

Hearing how careless she was, Ye Sijue stared at her as if he didn"t know what to do with her.

Mo Xiaomeng sighed and said, "I feel so unlucky today… Will I choke while drinking water too?"

She had always been very lucky. Why was she so down on her luck today?

Ye Sijue chuckled faintly and said, "I don"t think you"ll be that unlucky. Did you hurt yourself from the fall?"

"I"m… alright." Mo Xiaomeng wasn"t good at lying, so she gave a neutral reply.

Ye Sijue could tell just from the look of her that she was lying. It must have hurt pretty badly.

"What did you land on? On your b.u.t.t?"

Mo Xiaomeng was speechless.

She looked down and her head was almost touching her chest.

Ye Sijue could see that her ear was slightly reddish.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile.

"If you"re injure you need to apply some ointment. Sit here and wait. Let me see if there"s anything we can use from the medicine box."

"Ah?" Mo Xiaomeng was stunned.

apply ointment?

Why did she need to apply ointment?

Confused, Mo Xiaomeng looked at the wound on her finger. Was he talking about applying ointment on her finger?

On second thought, it didn"t seem right…

Very quickly, Ye Sijue came back carrying ointment, iodine, cotton b.a.l.l.s, plasters, and other things.

After putting the plaster on to stop the bleeding on her finger, he took the ointment and said, "We"re going to apply the ointment now."

Looking at her finger that was already plastered, she didn"t get him. "How are we going to apply it?"

"Lie down," he said.

Mo Xiaomeng still didn"t understand, but she still did as he said.

When she laid down she saw Ye Sijue"s hand touching her skirt.

Seeing that he was about to pull down her skirt, she was startled and quickly turned around. "What are you doing!"

However, she felt pain in her b.u.t.t as she furrowed her brows.

"It hurts, right? You"ll feel better after applying some ointment" Ye Sijue said with a straight face.

Mo Xiaomeng blushed, holding on to her skirt as though her life depended on it.

She realized that when he said he was going to apply ointment, he was referring to this part of her body…

Though her b.u.t.tocks really hurt, how could she let him apply the ointment on that area!

She was ashamed just thinking about it.

She wouldn"t show her b.u.t.t to him even if it killed her.

Over her dead body!

"If you don"t apply it, you"ll keep hurting for the rest of the day and it will bruise tomorrow. Are you sure you want that?" Ye Sijue said.

Mo Xiaomeng hesitated as she felt a dull pain in her b.u.t.tocks.

"Then… I"ll apply it myself," she said with a red face, coming up with a last resort.

In any case, she mustn"t let him apply the ointment for her!