C1287 Chapter 1287

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. It really doesn't hurt. It's just a superficial wound."

Morrill's injury was much worse than his!

Lu Liye grabbed Zhi Qing's hand and put it into his pocket, "This little injury is much better than the little pain in your heart …"

Upon hearing his words, Zhi Qing's delicate body trembled, and her eyes became wet