Sunny made his voice sound hoarse when he said, "I don't know. Maybe the wound opened up again when I moved my arm to call you."

Xante frowned and looked at him sternly. "You idiot. You should've used your good arm to call me instead!"

Sunny pouted pitifully. "I was in a hurry to call you, so I didn't think too much about it..."

"Haha ahem, ahem!"

The sound from the sofa caught Xante's attention. When she looked up, she found a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

Maxwell could not fight back his laughter. He did not expect Sunny would put on such a show in front of a woman. It was a pity that Sunny was not an actor, or he would have won the 'Best Actor' award.

Xante roughly guessed who the middle-aged man was by how similar he looked to Sunny.

"You must be Mister Maxwell. Forgive me for not noticing you," said Xante, slightly flustered. Maxwell waved nonchalantly. "It's okay, don't mind me. You two can continue chatting." Xante did not know what to say.

thing. He reached out to hold Xante's hand and said, "Xante, my arm hurts so much. Can you please help me massage it?

snapped back to the present and looked at Sunny as if he was stupid. "You want me

silence. He wanted so badly for Xante to pity

with embarrassment, Sunny continued to plead, "Then can you please blow on my wound? Just two puffs,

twitched. She could not stand him behaving

should behave yourself. Your father is watching us, you know? How can you not feel embarrassed at all?" "We're not doing anything shameful at all, so why should I

his face, then at the blood

move around. I'm going to get the doctor to check on

started walking out of

going to know I'm faking my injury if

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