C42 I'll Tell You What I Have to Say

Mo Zhan used the last hit to rub the cotton off her wound and threw it into the trash can.

"No matter what, you don't know how to remember."

Han Xiaoxiao wrinkled her nose and pouted her lips, silently muttering a few words in protest.

A cold feeling quickly came from her shoulder. It was probably Mo Zhan applying the medicine on her as he gently swept over her bruises.

After a moment