"I'm fine," she quickly shook her head, trying to persuade the man to lie back down, but instead, he got out of bed.
He picked her up and placed her on the bed, then crouched down and gently lifted her small foot. Seeing the mud and blood on her sole, his brow furrowed more and more.
Is he... angry?
She tugged at him, "I'm really fine, you've been hurt. Take off the bandage, let me take a look?" But he fiercely glared at her, "Sit still!"
If it were under usual circumstances, she could shamelessly ignore the man's cold attitude. But when he was truly angry, she could sense it, and felt a bit uneasy inside.
His serious demeanor was somewhat frightening.
She swallowed, feeling aggrieved, "Look, you're scolding me again..."
Her eyes reddened, "You never scolded me before..."
