Qin Youxue nodded lightly, "It's fine. I'm not afraid of pain."
Mo Hexuan stood in front of her with his arms crossed. He frowned as he looked at Qin Youxue sitting on the sofa in a disheveled state. The bright red, swollen handprint on her face almost revealed just how much force the person who struck her had used.
At this thought, a storm seemed to gather in his eyes.
"Let me disinfect the wound first," Ji Chuyun said to Qin Youxue. "Cleaning the wound might sting a bit, try to bear it."
"...Alright." She bit her lip with difficulty and nodded in agreement.
As he noticed her pale face, Mo Hexuan let out a low snort, sounding somewhat disdainful. Then, he walked over and sat beside Qin Youxue, pulling her half into his arms and pressing her head against his chest.
"Go ahead," he said to Ji Chuyun after finishing these movements.
