Lu Jingye was surprised that her nose was so sensitive. He held her waist and stroked her head. "I'm fine. It's just a small cut."
Zi Yi did not believe him. "Liar. You would've already dealt with the wound if it was a small cut. How could there still be the scent of blood?"
She raised her hands with the intention to unbutton his shirt.
Lu Jingye stopped her hands. Seeing that he could not win against her, he said, "I'll do it."
He then released her and started unbuttoning his suit jacket along with his shirt, to reveal a broad, and firm chest.
Zi Yi subconsciously gulped at the sight of his chest and stretched out her hands.
However, Lu Jingye caught her hands and covered her eyes while he whispered, "Are you thinking of checking my wounds or my chest?"
Zi Yi moved his hands away and tightly stared at his chest as she said seriously, "Of course it's… both."
Lu Jingye: "…'
