Stop There, Daddy

He Siming felt terrible to see Wen Shuyue crying so sadly. He put her into his arms as he opened his mouth to say something but swallowed his words in the end.

Wen Shuyue, who was totally consumed with sadness, couldn’t face the wound on He Siming’s arm, which reminded her the mistake she had made all the time.

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”

A while later, He Siming comforted Wen Shuyue as he wiped off the tears on her face, with inconcealable sympathy in his amber eyes.

Wen Shuyue pulled herself together and then she sobbed, “Let’s go to the hospital before the wound gets inflamed.”

“It’s really just a scratch. No need to go to the hospital. Just a woundplast can do, if you have one at home.” He Siming shook his head, finding her reaction a bit amusing.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He Siming thought she overreacted on the tiny wound, which was not a big deal, but Wen Shuyue cried over it like a child.

He Siming used to hate women who made a big deal of everything, but he no longer felt so and even thought Wen Shuyue was quite adorable when looking at her face.

Wen Shuyue frowned lightly and asked with concern, “Are you sure we just dress the wound at home? What if…”

“Chill out. It’s really not a big deal,” He Siming interrupted Wen Shuyue before she finished her words. Then he took her back to her house.

Since He Siming refused to go to the hospital as Wen Shuyue suggested, she had no choice but to take out the medkit and dress the wound at home for He Siming.