"What's wrong? Are you injured?"
Mu Sihan closed his black eyes, eyebrows furrowing tightly, looking as if he was in terrible pain.
Nan Zhi had heard the sound of his head hitting the tree earlier. She reached out unconsciously to touch the back of his head, though her fair wrist was held tightly by a large hand in the next second.
The temperature of the large hand against her slightly cool skin felt like it was molten lava trying to burn her.
Nan Zhi's long lashes fluttered.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she pulled her hand back with all of her strength, trying to stand up from his embrace.
However, he held onto her slender waist tightly, pressing her on him, unwilling to let go.
Nan Zhi was extremely angry.
Her well-defined almond-shaped eyes turned slightly cold as she glared at him with a poker face. "You're pretending to be injured to lie to me, aren't you?"
