"What are you looking at? You're hopeless," Mu Liang glared at her, ushered her to sit down, and went to fetch the medical kit from next door. Qiao Xia grew even more astonished as she sat on the sofa and watched him take out a band-aid to cover her wound.
"You..." Qiao Xia tried to say something, but Mu Liang looked at her with disdain, "Can't even make a decent meal. I must have been blind."
Qiao Xia chuckled, "Mu Liang, you've lost your memory but you remember exactly where the medical kit is in the house."
Mu Liang was tidying up the medical kit and looked up at her. If Qiao Xia hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have noticed how familiar he was with this place, not feeling out of place at all, as if he had been living here for many years.
He found the medical kit with uncanny precision.
Before this, he had only visited once, and it was a brief visit at that.
He had nearly subconsciously gotten the medical kit.
