Li Tingshen slowly lowered his gaze to stare at her, his dark pupils fixated on her face.
There was no expression on his face, but she could feel the coldness and killing intent emanating from his tall and straight body.
"Dirty?"
Ye Qingqiu lowered her eyes and repeated, "Yes, I just changed into a new dress. I don't want to be stained immediately."
Li Tingshen paused and Ye Qingqiu urged him again.
"Put me down."
At this moment, the silent doctor suddenly spoke.
"Mr Li, should we treat your arm first? I see that there's blood on your sleeve…"
Li Tingshen's eyes flashed and his cold gaze on Ye Qingqiu's face suddenly turned into a gentle smile.
When he spoke again, his usually cold and deep voice was filled with joy.
"… I don't think I got it on your clothes."
Ye Qingqiu frowned. "I don't like the smell on you!"
Li Tingshen smirked and placed her back on the bed.
"Sit obediently and wait for me."
