Dong Xin hurried back with the medical kit in hand, looking at Li Feng's somewhat ferocious face, she expressed her concern, "Are you sure we don't need to go to the hospital?"
"It's just some superficial skin wounds," Li Feng said, turning his gaze towards Dong Xin's dangling arm, "Besides, you forgot, I know a bit of medicine too."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Li Feng took hold of Dong Xin's dislocated arm. Dong Xin shook her head slightly, "It was quite painful before, but now it doesn't feel like anything."
"You must think I'm quite the tomboy, huh!"
Dong Xin suddenly blurted out. The words of the dancer she had fought with earlier had made an impact on her. In the past, Dong Xin wouldn't have cared what the dancer said; she liked having muscles, she liked that sense of security.
But now, suddenly finding that there was a man she could depend on, she felt insecure. Would a man really like a muscular woman?
"Yes, a little bit."
Li Feng replied bluntly.
