"Actually, the wound had scabbed over before, but during today's operation, it tore open again. I handled it on the way, but I was in such a rush while showering that I forgot to apply the medicine." Mu Xingfeng let An Ran tend to his wound, explaining nonchalantly.
An Ran rolled her eyes at his words, lowered her head, and disinfected the wound while saying, "We're home now, you've seen me, so why are you in such a rush? If you keep treating your body like this, I won't care for you next time."
"Of course, I'm in a rush. Just thinking about my wife waiting outside makes me wish I had two more hands to wash with. Do you know how much your husband missed you these days?"
"You miss me but still push me away. You can't grow two more hands, but I still have two hands, don't I? I can help you." Back when she was hospitalized after falling into the water, Mu Xingfeng took care of her tirelessly; now that he's injured, how could she possibly ignore him?
