Wang Wenwen saw Qin Yi rubbing her temples and immediately asked, “Prince Charming, what’s wrong?”
Qin Yi shook her head and replied, “Nothing, I accidentally knocked into something.”
“What?” Wang Wenwen became anxious and pushed Qin Yi’s hand away, only to discover that her temple was slightly swollen and faintly purple.
Even though Chu Mohe looked adorable, he was extremely strong. He had lost control and did not control his strength, and considering that Qin Yi’s skin was extremely soft, the hit was rather serious.
“How did you knock it like that? It looks so serious, it’s already purple,” Wang Wenwen felt pain in her heart, this absolute beauty that could not be destroyed.
Qin Yi rubbed the small injury, “It’s nothing, it looks serious, but it’ll get better in a few days.”
Wang Wenwen nodded her head, sensing that something was wrong. Her Prince Charming was joking, how could this be nothing? It looked like force, as though someone had inflicted it on him.
She could not endure her Prince Charming being hit by others.
She raised her voice slightly and asked, “Who was it? Don’t they know that you’re sick? The person didn’t even go easy on you! What if he really hurt you?”
Wang Wenwen had just finished her short spiel when Chu Mohe suddenly recalled having hit someone in a fit of anger but forgot about it due to his anxiety.
Chu Mohe anxiously rushed over to Qin Yi and looked at the wound on Qin Yi’s temple. Feeling extremely remorseful, he asked “Yiyi, does it hurt? It wasn’t intentional, I just, just…”
Qin Yi laughed, “I know it wasn’t intentional, it’s fine. This injury looks serious but it’s ok.”
Chu Mohe nodded his head but did not say anything, his current mental state a mess.
Qin Yi understood and did not speak further.
When Wang Wenwen saw that it was Chu Mohe who had struck Qin Yi, she did not speak further, taking out some hematoma ointment that was given to her by Qin Yi. She then helped Qin Yi apply it to the wound.
After giving Lin Qing orders, Yun Huan walked over to them and frowned the moment he saw the swollen temples. “Why is it so serious?”
He had overheard Wang Wenwen’s words and thought it was a simple knock, not expecting something so severe.
Qin Yi gave a light chuckle as her bright phoenix eyes dazzled, like they were filled with stars, “It’s fine, it just looks serious.”
Yun Huan did not say anything, simply taking the ointment from Wang Wenwen’s hands. He dipped his finger into the green mixture and the sight was like a sculpture or painting, the delicate but hard white jade hands contrasted with the soft green ointment.
Yun Huan carefully applied the ointment onto Qin Yi’s temple, rubbing it in as the light fragrance of the ointment dissipated. This ointment was purchased by Qin Yi before the apocalypse from Tongji Hall, hailed as the number one brand in the country and extremely effective.
The instant the ointment was applied, the originally painful wound became cool and she instantly felt better.
Qin Yi looked up as Yun Huan applied the ointment seriously and realized that his lips were pursed. Qin Yi paused for a moment and looked straight into Yun Huan’s indifferent peachy eyes, “Brother Huan, I’m really fine. Go look for Chuchu first. The longer this is delayed, the worse the chances are of finding her. It’s enough that Wenwen is here with me, we will definitely return to base tomorrow.”
Qin Yi was right; they were completely oblivious to Chuchu’s situation. Although Zhang Hui had given her own account, claiming that Chuchu was dead, they knew she was hiding something.
They had to look for Chuchu as soon as possible.
