Yue Xiaoyang teased her immaturely. Gong Xiaoyu quietly picked up a couch pillow, "I heard that hitting someone with a cushion won't leave bruises?"
Yue Xiaoyang instantly became obedient, "No, please help me change the bandages, Miss Gong. I won't talk nonsense anymore."
Gong Xiaoyu helped him change the bandages. She didn't dare to look at the knife wound on his hand; it hurt just to look at.
Gong Xiaoyu wasn't good at bandaging others' wounds. When applying the medicine, the bottle accidentally touched his still-healing wound, turning Yue Xiaoyang's face pale.
Gong Xiaoyu didn't dare to continue, "How about I call Adri to come?"
"No, it doesn't hurt at all, keep going."
"Don't just tough it out."
"It really doesn't hurt, keep going."
Gong Xiaoyu blew gently on his wound, "Alright, I'll continue."
Seeing her careful demeanor, Yue Xiaoyang raised his right hand, wanting to touch her face.
