He squatted in front of her, carefully and earnestly, as if he wasn't tending to her injured hand, but rather handling a precious treasure.
Su Yan looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he was doing this.
Nor did she understand how he noticed she was injured.
After cleaning her hand, he fetched a bottle of ointment, personally applied the medicine for her, and then began wrapping it with a bandage…
Su Yan suddenly pulled her hand back.
She was reminded of the scene when he had bandaged Yehua Rongjia with a handkerchief…
Facing his dissatisfied gaze, she mumbled, "I'll do it myself."
She couldn't afford to enjoy the same treatment.
She reached out to take the bandage from his hand, but he deftly avoided her.
She reached out again, and again he avoided her.
After several attempts, she still couldn't take hold of it.
"Forget it, just leave it, it's nothing serious." If he wouldn't give it to her, she wouldn't take it.
