The fitting room in the store is spacious.

However, Qu Xiaojue's figure was so tall and tall that he could completely cover Liu Zhenying. As soon as he entered, the whole space felt a little more cramped.

"Sit down and let me take a look."

Hearing this, Liu Zhenying frowned and resisted: "It's just a minor injury, nothing wrong."

The slight pain from the knock on her knee was nothing like the heart-piercing pain she felt when she fell from the plum blossom pile as a child. If she hadn't been caught off guard, she wouldn't have made a sound in pain.

But Qu Xiaojue refused to give up, his deep black pupils locked on her face.

"Dwarf Winter Melon." He called her: "Are you going to sit down by yourself, or are you going to let me help you?"

"I said..."

Qu Xiaojue no longer gave Liu Zhenying any chance to choose. He suddenly took a step forward and pressed her shoulders with his big palm, forcing her to sit down obediently.

He even complained: "Not obedient at all."

She was a little dissatisfied and pursed her lips. Although she didn't say anything, she showed it clearly.

Qu Xiaojue didn't pay attention. He leaned down, lifted up the hem of her skirt with his big palm, and pushed it directly above her knees.

Her skin is very tender, the kind that she was born with and can be broken by blows, and is as white as jade.

But now, there is a blue-purple color on the knee. It is obvious that it was knocked out at a glance. When it falls into the eyes, it is quite shocking.

After her skirt was really lifted, Liu Zhenying no longer felt shy.

She also glanced up, chuckled, and waved her hands nonchalantly: "I told you, it's just a small matter. You see it's just bruises, not even the skin is broken."

"Just bruises?"

The man stared directly at her face with dark eyes.

He asked: "If this is a small matter, then what is a big matter?"

Liu Zhenying originally wanted to tell him how he ran on the icy plum blossom piles when he was a child, and how he leaped over a twenty-meter cliff in three steps.

But when she opened her eyes, she was caught off guard and caught sight of a pair of dark eyes. There was no sense of aggression in the gaze, but it was so powerful that there was no room for escape.

She was completely unprepared, and she even had an intuitive feeling of guilt for a moment.

Rubbing her fingers gently on the sofa twice, she looked at him unhappily: "Why are you so fierce?"

So fierce?

She still has the nerve to call him cruel.

Or is it just a matter of attitude because of the quarrel?

Qu Xiaojue narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "How old are you? No one taught you to tell the truth when you are hurt? You want to hide it, but you still think it is a trivial matter. Are you still reasonable?"

After he quarreled with her, he didn't wait for her to reply. He gently rubbed the bruised area with his rough fingers, and then gave in: "Get dressed first, and I'll give you some medicine when you get out."

Liu Zhenying curled his lips: "Oh."

She just wanted to stand up, but he held her down again.

She looked up at him in confusion.

He kept breathing, glanced at the belt on her back that was not fastened at all, stood up, looked down from a high position, his eyes gradually changed from the dark and angry look at the beginning to another feeling.

Unscrupulous and a bit evil, he slowly raised his lips and chuckled: "I'll help you."

The fitting room has a mirror.

A full wall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

A floor-standing mirror that can completely reflect the figures of two people.

Liu Zhenying was sitting, being held in Qu Xiaojue's arms. His arms passed through her waist and stretched behind her. He held the thin strap with his big bronze palm and put it through the holes one by one with great care.

Tighten it a little more.

His black head pressed gently on her shoulder, and he only needed to tilt his head slightly to suck the large white area on the back of her neck.
Chapter completed!