“I hate that smell.” She replied grimly.
Jun Wu Yao let out a chuckle as he lightly leaped into her room.
“Wu Xie is so unfair. When I was injured, how come you didn’t give me any medicine?” With a slight pout he walked over to her side and leaned in with one hand against the wall behind her as he backed her into a corner.
His black hair draping down the side of his exquisite face, as it tickled her cheek.
Jun Wu Xie frowned as she swept the hair away.
“Because of your name.” She glanced at him and took a step to the side and she walked away calmly.
Jun Wu Yao, no medicine, incurable. (TL: this is a literal translation from his name, 无药、无药可救)
“Hahahaha!” After hearing her explanation, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms and gave her an overbearing hug.