Seeing Lin Congzhi howling in pain, Jiang Yimei realized that Lin Congzhi had a needle in his hand, and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

In an attempt to get something back, Lin Congzhi feigned anger and berated Jiang Yimei, saying, "Jiang Yimei, why are you so vicious? Are you trying to kill me?"

That look was no ordinary look; it could practically devour a person alive.

Lin Congzhi, who had always treated her well and always compromised with her, must have been furious when he suddenly turned on her like this.

Since she was in the wrong first, she couldn't think of anything else to do besides apologize: "I really didn't mean to."

Lin Congzhi insisted, "I think you did it on purpose."

There's no use saying anything more now; the only thing Jiang Yimei can do is alleviate Lin Congzhi's pain.

She reached out and gently took Lin Congzhi's injured hand, opened her mouth, and let the breeze blow on it.

Although I know the effect won't be very good, blowing air can lower the temperature; lowering the temperature can have a certain analgesic effect.

Gazing at Jiang Yimei's gentle gesture, Lin Congzhi's heart was filled with sweetness.

That's exactly the effect he wanted—for Jiang Yimei to feel guilty, extremely guilty. Only then would Jiang Yimei treat him better.

After a long silence, he wanted to offer Jiang Yimei some advice to quickly calm his guilt: "Jiang Yimei, just blowing smoke won't heal the pain in my heart."

Jiang Yimei stopped blowing air, sensing that Lin Congzhi was about to pull some tricks: "What do you want?"

Lin Congzhi smiled a bright, sunny smile that could melt ice, and replied teasingly, "Give me a kiss."

This was clearly an attempt to incite crime, but Jiang Yimei wasn't fooled. She replied firmly, "Dream on!"

He then added, "I will heal your wounds; don't even think about pushing your luck."

Lin Congzhi persisted, continuing to tempt her: "If you kiss me, my pain will be gone immediately."

This delusional look of his was no different from his usual self, and Jiang Yimei's face instantly darkened. She questioned, "Lin Congzhi, are you playing me? Your hand is perfectly fine!"

Lin Congzhi said confidently, "Try shaking my hand with the needle in it. If it doesn't hurt, then I admit I was playing a trick on you."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yimei felt that the force she had just used should have caused some damage, so she didn't dare to take the bet. However, she had a question: "Then why do you still have the mind to seduce women here?"

Lin Congzhi argued logically: "I just want you to save some energy. A kiss is much easier than blowing on someone for hours."

Jiang Yimei sneered, "I'd rather spend hours in the wind than kiss you."

These words were too cruel, and Lin Congzhi felt uneasy: "Jiang Yimei, is this really necessary? You've already come to my house, which means you want to be the mistress of this place."

Jiang Yimei felt disgusted: "Pah, don't spout nonsense and take advantage of a weak woman."

I've tried to persuade him several times, and Lin Congzhi has done his best: "Okay, then go ahead and blow away the smoke. As long as I'm still in even a little bit of pain, you're not allowed to leave."

Jiang Yimei frowned, her anger barely contained: "Lin Congzhi, don't try to play the rogue with me. I'm only helping you because I was indeed in the wrong first. If we're going to talk about it from another angle, I'm your savior. You should be thanking me, not making things difficult for me like this."