"Oh, then be gentle when you touch me, it really hurts."
Su Qingqing said worriedly, releasing her grip and watching Chen Nan with eager eyes.
Chen Nan tried to keep his heart calm as he reached for Su Qingqing's chest. Before he even touched her clothing, Su Qingqing screamed, "Ah! Idiot, what are you touching?!"
His heart skipped a beat at her shout, nearly causing him to topple onto her.
"Alright, stop yelling," Chen Nan said gloomily, "The wound is there, so naturally, I have to touch there. If you're hurt on your chest, should I be touching your hand instead?"
With a pained expression, Su Qingqing thought to herself that the idiot wasn't wrong—if she was in pain at her chest, there would be no point in his touching anywhere else.
"But... but..."
Su Qingqing batted her eyelashes, her big watery eyes filled with grievance, "Idiot, you can still help me touch it, but you have to close your eyes, it's too embarrassing."
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll close my eyes."
