Bradley was stared at by Xuehui's full eyes, feeling a little weak inexplicably.
His throat moved slightly and he said, "Where it hurts, show me."
"My heart hurts so much." Weak Liu Fufeng covered his chest, and Xuehui was as delicate as a dandelion shivering in the cold wind, as if it might be blown to pieces by the strong wind at any time, making people want to protect him.
Bradley said: "Are you injured? Come here and let me check." As he said this, he took off the clothes on Xuehui's upper body and wanted to check whether Xuehui's chest was injured. But in fact, Xuehui's chest was intact, and her skin was still as smooth and fair as jade, and it felt like skin to the touch.
"Where does it hurt?" Bradley was still asking Xuehui.
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