Lucas stretched out his hand to stroke Gwen’s hair, his face was gentle, “Does the wound hurt? I’ll go to the hospital later?”
Worried about her injury all night, and didn’t dare to get too close to her, for fear of rubbing against the wound.
When talking about the wound, Qingma shrank his feet silently, saying that he didn’t know anything.
“Um…actually, it’s okay. There is nothing serious, and there is no need to go to the hospital.” It would be a fuss to go to the hospital with such a small injury.
She felt that she could resist it, and she wouldn’t have to be so troubled if it was so serious.
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