Fool

"What's the use of beating you?" Ashley bit her lip aggrievedly, making her lips turn red, "Will it not hurt if I beat you?"

"Because I hurt you, you can take revenge," Morgan said.

"Pfft..." Ashley was amused, but another tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

Morgan's heart tightened when he saw it, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears for her with his fingertips, "Stop crying, you'll be fine soon after applying the ointment! Be good!"

The ointment rubbed on the wound with a tinge of coldness. It was very comfortable, Ashley's furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"What's going on? Why is your foot hurt like this?" Morgan asked.

"I..." Ashley hesitated for a moment before saying, "I came back in the car of an acquaintance, but I didn't want him to know that I live here, so... I got off the car early. But I can't call a cab here, so... I can only walk back."

Morgan looked at her with some distress. "You can call me to pick you up!"

"I... how do I know you are a