Xiao Ning'er blushed, as red as a basin of fire. The location of her second bruise was simply too embarrassing to mention. It was on the lower right side of her left chest, near her third rib.
With Xian Wu's rotten character, he would definitely make her take off her clothes and expose the injured area.
If that happened, wouldn't he see everything?
He'd touched her feet and seen her body. Wouldn't she have to marry him now?
At the thought of Xian Wu's rough, utterly ungentlemanly ways, Xiao Ning'er shuddered. She'd rather die than spend the rest of her life with someone like him.
"Where's the second bruise? Speak up! Cat got your tongue?" Xian Wu urged her. She'd been so quick to scold him earlier, so why was she hesitating now? Could the bruise be somewhere private?
Xian Wu's gaze dropped to the hem of Xiao Ning'er's skirt, and his face turned red too. He wasn't ready to be so intimate with a girl. It would be his first time, after all. That was precious.
He released Xiao Ning'er's jade-white foot and took three steps back, drawing a deep breath to calm himself.
Her long, snow-white thighs showed beneath her short skirt. Now that the bruises on her feet had been treated, Xiao Ning'er had the delicate, sickly beauty of Lin Daiyu.
What should she do? Let him treat her or not? Xiao Ning'er was in turmoil.
They couldn't keep standing there forever. Xian Wu figured he should cut through the indecision and force the issue.
He took two steps forward and crouched beside Xiao Ning'er, then pulled a damp, black cloth from his pocket and tied it over his face.
Xian Wu held out his right hand in front of her. "Take my hand and put it