Since he said he's not afraid of a little pain, she stopped holding back and jabbed his wound with the cotton swab, as if taking revenge!
But Yan Sijue didn't even flinch...
She had to admit, perhaps this bit of pain really meant nothing to him.
In the end, she took out the gauze to bandage him, but the man refused.
"No need," he refused coldly.
But Mu Yiliang held his hand tightly: "The wound is not shallow, be careful of infection!"
"That's my problem." He tried to pull his hand back with a cold expression!
"Yan Sijue!" she suddenly called his name with bitterness, her throat becoming more choked, "Do you think this is fun? Hurting yourself to punish me, I never thought you could be so childish!"
He was stunned for a moment, then slowly smiled: "Punish? You're overthinking it. It's a special time now, if my hand is wrapped in bandages, and someone sees it, who knows what rumors might spread."
