"Can I ask you why you like her instead of me?"
"You are not as good as her."
With one sentence, he negated her entirely.
Lai Qinghuan's face turned pale, and she staggered.
Mu Jingxi had already embraced Qiao An's waist, leading the drenched girl into his arms, "Does your face hurt?"
"It hurts." Qiao An glanced at Lai Qinghuan, "Hurt to death, she hit so hard."
She admitted she was purposely provoking Lai Qinghuan.
Who told her to be so malicious.
If she initiated the provocation, then she couldn't blame her for crushing her heart.
"I'll get a doctor to check and apply medicine to you." Mu Jingxi's eyes were filled with heartache as he cradled her face, his thin lips gently landing on her swollen cheek.
"Jingxi, blow on it for me."
Qiao An's beautiful eyes sparkled as she coaxed in a soft voice, "Hurry."
"Okay." The man's magnetic voice was extremely gentle.
He blew gently on her face.
A tender breeze brushed over.
Qiao An grinned, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
