Wen Yan looked bewildered, Gong Xuan approached, took her arm, and checked her over: "I'll take a look since our dear little lady here has gotten hurt."
Gong Xuan came closer, and Wen Yan's attention was diverted by him.
Looking down at herself, she pointed to her arm and collarbone area and said: "It's like this everywhere, I can't even wear short sleeves tomorrow."
Gong Xuan led her to the bed, sat down himself next to the edge, then had Wen Yan straddle his lap and gently rubbed the marks on her arm: "My Yanyan looks good in anything, even with marks on her body."
Wen Yan: "This isn't about looking good or not, it's about being too embarrassed to wear it. Otherwise, how do I explain it if someone asks?"
Gong Xuan laughed: "Just explain it as it is, your husband here kissed you."
"..." Wen Yan, with a face full of disgust: "You are not my husband."
Gong Xuan laughed even more, teasing her: "Why don't you try calling me that just to hear it."
