Qin Zixuan, who thought his ploy to win sympathy had succeeded, stiffened, disbelief creeping into his eyes.
This... this wasn't right, was it?
What did she mean, if he said he didn't need it, then he didn't need it? Couldn't she tell he was playing hard to get?!
Whatever. No path in this world was easy, and finding a rich woman to support him was hardly going to be smooth sailing either. He, Qin Zixuan, would never give up so easily!
Qin Zixuan steadied himself. Rather than withdrawing his hand, he tried once more to steer Lu Jiaoyue back onto the right script.
He lowered his eyes to the back of his hand and sighed softly. "Hiss... actually, it still hurts a little if I accidentally bump it."
This time, there was a touch of genuine hurt in the young man's expression, with no visible trace of affectation.
"Jiaoyue, I really don't need any ointment, but could you blow on it for me? I'm sure it'll stop hurting if you do!"
Qin Zixuan's voice was full of coaxing and pleading, and his request wasn't particularly unreasonable. Lu Jiaoyue's heart softened after all. She was just about to agree when she heard her older sister's thoughts again.
[Ugh! I'm seriously going to puke! How old are you, still acting like a little kid? Blow on it, my ass! Keep up this precious act and I'll take Princess Iron Fan's Banana Leaf Fan and blow you all the way to Flaming Mountain!]
Lu Jiaoyue: "..."
Lu Jiaoyue immediately fell into line.
Judging by how furious Lu Xiaoxiao sounded in her thoughts, she strongly suspected that if she actually blew on his hand, her sister might get into a fight with Qin Zixuan.
Although Lu Jiaoyue was worried about Qin Zixuan, she would