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.

to hold Xante's hand and said, "Xante, my arm hurts so much. Can you please help me massage it? I'm sure that'll help

as if he was

was stunned into silence. He wanted so badly for Xante to pity him

plead, "Then can you please blow on my wound? Just two

him behaving like that in front

us, you know? How can you not feel embarrassed at all?" "We're not doing anything shameful at all,

deep frown on his face, then at

you need new stitches on your wound. Lie here, and don't move

and started

to know I'm faking my injury if

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