"Let me see, is it on your back?" Tong Ran moved over to tug at his shirt, "Is it bleeding?"
Luo Xiao's whole body stiffened, he quickly wrapped her hands, "It's nothing, just a small injury."
Tong Ran raised her eyes to glance at him, "Can't you just stop pretending to be tough? You must have scraped your skin rolling out from the space capsule."
"It's really nothing, don't you trust what I say?"
Tong Ran rolled her eyes, "Tsk, I don't know who loves to say the opposite the most."
Luo Xiao's mouth slightly curved up, he stared at Tong Ran's face, at that moment the relaxation and intimacy on her face were genuine, his heart sank slightly, and the uncontrollable stabbing pain spread.
Why?
Because he is now Mo Nanjue... not Luo Xiao.
It may sound easy to say, but to truly immerse oneself completely into another person, especially when Mo Nanjue is the person he used to hate the most, Luo Xiao found it really difficult.
