"I didn't ask about that!" Zheng Yan covered her face and shyly dug deeper into his arms.
Mo Yongheng was tickled by her and reached out to press onto her head, muttering in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't move around, I don't want to go on anymore, I'm afraid it'll tire you out."
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After a few seconds, Zheng Yan finally understood what he meant and her cheeks instantly flushed.
She then tightened her fist and hit his chest with it.
Mo Yongheng let out a soft grunt and the smile on his face became increasingly evident.
He continued to hug her affectionately and allowed her to hit her small fist onto him. "Is your body still in pain? I bought a bottle of medicinal oil. If you still feel uncomfortable, I can help you apply it…"
"Stop talking about it, stop it!" Zheng Yan raised her head and her face exploded in a bright red color as if blood could drip out of it any moment. Ignoring the pain in her back she leaped up and reached out to cover Mo Yongheng's mouth.
