"You can't be trusted to take care of yourself!"
Qiao Lian wasn't conscious that while examining the bandage that covered his wound, she was tightly grasping his arm. She found that it was slightly damp.
She immediately frowned, but he said at the same time, "I've been very careful."
"Bullsh*t! The bandage is wet!"
In her anxiety, she had chided him.
She only realized it afterwards, so she then immediately covered her mouth.
Looking up at him, she caught a vague expression on his face, but there was an unmistakable tenderness in his eyes. He was apparently not angry.
Relieved, she pulled him to the sofa on the side and made him sit down. Opening up the first aid kit, she knelt on the carpet and started to change Shen Liangchuan's dressing.
The expression on her face was serious as she tilted her head over his wound. After the dressing had been changed, she suddenly became conscious of the warm breath grazing the back of her neck.
